Who: Damon Salvatore and Effie Nashton
What: Crossing lines
Where: Salvatore Boarding House
When: fter their net conversation
WARNINGS: TRIGGERS FOR DEPRESSION AND SELF HARM, DO NOT ENTER! I am not effing kidding!



Effie sat on her bed, her phone smashed into a million pieces, spread around her like a bizarre form of glitter that sparkled dully against the sun streaming through her window. She absently toyed with the ring on her finger, teeth slowly pulling her lower lip into her mouth, pressing down against it until the blood flowed away from the pressure, before releasing it, the sudden warmth of blood flowing back in making the area burn, numbing only as her teeth pulled the lip back between them, pressing down again.

Tears were wet on her cheeks, sticky as they dried, her body spent, the pain hallowed and numbing, too much of it, too fast and now she was tired, exhausted even, every bit of her hurting in too real pain as her nerves misfired from her emotions, sending shock waves up to her brain.

She wanted to sleep, she wanted to forget about the pain and the sadness and the heartache...she wanted to run away from the world into dreams were everything was better...were nothing was better. Even her nightmares hurt worse then this reality.

Damon's words still echoed around her brain, a coiled snake that was slowly flicking it's tongue over her neurons, devouring them, swallowing her bit by bit until nothing was left but the memories and the betrayals.

Her head fell, hands squeezing against her cheeks, fingers in her ears as if this could block out the wounds her memories made in her head, voices and flashes, images of another time and another life...of this time and this life, to much pain and too much trouble and too much of...just too much.

She started crying again, her eyes burning as the liquid was squeezed out of dry ducts, a gasping, trembling, desperate cry escaping her, something between a dying cow and a begging child.

She fell, crumpling on her side, drawing her legs up to her chest, shaking violently with the sobs, everything flooding out of her in wailing gasps, lungs hurting, desperately from their desire to get more air, only to have it all shoved out again in the next broken hiccup.

Her hands clutched at themselves, sliding, struggling, desperate to feel any sort of human touch in her moment of pain, even if ti was her own. Her nails scrabbled against the metal of her ring, tearing themselves on the rough stone, sliding away before catching again, tugging at the ring, sliding it further down her finger as they fell away.

And as the ring hit the bed, she screamed.