Rebekah paces the floor in the Mikaelson Mansion. The house that has too many rooms, it's so big it's hard not to feel alone and and empty. The past few days have been too hard for words. Her thoughts whirled through her mind like a tornado crashes through a house. All nonsense and pointless. The images that reverberate through her subconscious now are both that of pleasure and pain. Feeling the touch still hanging on her skin. His lips moving over hers. Lies, it's all about lies. She couldn't shake this feeling, the feeling of being used and taken for granted. Even her brothers only saw fit to keep her around as long as she stuck to the plan. The moment she outlived her usefulness, she would have yet another dagger through her heart. He was no different. All he wanted her for was revenge, solace. He wouldn't care what happens to her now. He wouldn't blink twice, if she was gone. He probably wouldn't notice. I mean would anyone? Would her brother's even be happy had she had the courage to strike out on her own? Would they worry about her? Perhaps, come to find her? She shook her head, as if to clear it but it was no use. The images, these thoughts, the remaining feelings, they haunt her. Every time she closes her eyes she seems him. She feels him, moving inside her mind. Around her as if he a were spirit. The spirit of what if and what for. Why and all the pain that goes along with those unanswered questions. It shouldn't effect me like this. My humanity is a curse. The bane of my existence. A sickening venom that burns through my veins and eats away at my mind. Like acid to my memories. Replacing my insides with nothing but blackness. Hollow and empty. I can feel that switch in the back of my mind. That switch that would Take the pain away and allow me to fall into a blissful state of nothingness. Ah, to feel nothing. Completely numb to all the difficulties. That life, love, and relationships offer. Every one, all of them, the ones in my life they hurt and betray me. They do it with a song in their hearts! They do it and they think nothing of her and how she may feel about it. She continues to walk the floor, pace as her mind races, silently on the outside, she wouldn't know how it looks, her inner tirade boiling up inside. Outside all she can hear is light sound of her footfalls on the granite floor. For a moment she allows herself to only hear the sound of her feet, force herself to quiet her mind. Reaching back into the furthest reaches. Feeling around for that switch. Finding the idea of numbness enticing. The fingers of her mind, reaching the switch, entertaining the idea for a moment. She makes the change, pulls the lever and welcomes the silence. Her mind instantly quieting. Her brain, falling into blissful apathy. A smile curls at the sides of her mouth as she halts pacing, she glances around herself feeling for the first time in a long time, absolutely -Nothing-.
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