I have always lived in fear. Fear of being left behind. Fear of moving to fast leaving behind the people I love. Fear of being alone. When you left I broke. I broke into a million peaces because that's what happened. My deepest fear came true. And then... Jake left. He promised not to leave. Both of them. So now I del with the consqeunces of their leaving...

No One's POV

A young woman by the name of Isabella stares at her drink. Guys were staring at her. Until she began crying. Then slowly every guy and every glaring jealous girl turns away all feeling bad for the poor girl. She looked so... broken. Isabella stares at the bottle as she takes another sip. Her black leather jacket is hanging on the back of the chair. Her royal blue tank-top looks gorgeous on her. The neckline is lace. Her black heel ankle boots the heels are on the bar holding her feet in place. Her black jeans shift with her body. Isabella takes another drink. Finally having enough she pays for the bottle throwing a tip at the bar. She turns away grabbing her jacket. She stumbles out. With one arm hrough the warm jacket she walks through the door making the bell jingle. She puts the other arm through the sleeve. Isabella hugs the jacket closer to her chest as she stumbles. She walks into a alley. She leans against the wall and hugs her knees tightly to her chest. She lets the tears fall. A man approaches her.

"Please. Just leave me alone." I mutter taking a sip from the bottle. I take a deep shaky breath. "Besides. What's the point in living forever if there is nothing to live for." she whispers the bottle at her lips. The brick wall hurts her back ut she ignores it. It smells like 50 different old foods but she doesn't care. The man wraps his arms around her.

"Come on." the man whispers picking up the girl. He caries her to his car. "Your family. We can't leave family behind." soothes the man. His piercing blue eyes looks at her sadly.

That night everything changed for me. I became Isabella Mikaelson. Confidient, beautiful, and sexy. That man was Nicklaus Mikaelson. He helped me piece myself became my father. Because without him I would have died. I would probably have frozen to death. I was afraid of being alone. But not anymore. Because Nicklaus stays by me.

Forever...