AN: So its been a long time since I've been on FanFic. I hope my grammer and spelling have improved! (not holding my breath lol) I wrote all this on my phone with the help of grammarly. So please don't leave mean comments. Im not saying constructive criticism isn't welcomed just not mean ones with no nice or helping words.

This is a story that popped into my head while I was watching legacies Last night on Netflix. I really like the show and I know everyone says they see Kai (I think his name is. Idk I never watched vampire diaries after the originals left the show lol) in Lizzie but idk I saw all that pain and thought of Klaus. Being broken from the start, needing to lean on family in a way that breaks the family. Could totally be wrong but I enjoyed writing this. Idk if anyone will like it but if you do please tell me and I'll try to write more!

It's been three years since I wished to fix the world I shouldn't have wished for in the first place. I'm 19 now. For the most part, I've been able to fix things, Hope was born and still lives in New Orleans with her parents just like any kid should. I didn't know everything about the hollow but I knew enough to warn Klaus and not to toot my own horn but stop that psycho bitch-witch. Also as my reward, I asked that Klaus fund a school for magical beings. Take that genie! She said it couldn't be done. Ha!

On the less positive note without dad, my "episodes" have only been harder to deal with. But I'm managing. Klaus's rage on rage isn't really great for me but Elijah has been more helpful. He's kind of the Josie to Klaus's Lizzie. But soon enough my little Josie will be all grown up and help me through the ups and downs:) another not so great mention would be the fact I'm on eggshells around Klaus as of the moment. Apparently, any talk of his mom or dad isn't to wise even after all this time. I was just trying to give me a compliment saying he would never be his crazy witch mom or tell em you ran into a door dad... but I think he took it the wrong way. Either way, I'm not saying sorry it was a compliment!

I put down my pen and looked up to see who just walked in the room. I smiled at Klaus hoping he's over our fight. His dead stare back told me he wasn't.

"O M G. Really your still mad?" I ask annoyed as I stood slamming the pen on my lavender leather journal. "You are impossible."

"Little witch just because you were useful does not mean you still are" his tone was sharp, and his eyes were narrowed at me.

"Will you just forgive me already?" I huffed sitting back down not taking his words to heart.

"I do not forgive... especially to those who are not sorry," he said matter of factly.

I watched him as he sat in the throne of a chair in front of me, his eyebrows raised unamused by me. Still, after all these years I thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.

"Well I'm not sorry" I agreed smugly. "Because I was giving you a compliment"

"Your compliments are deadly it seems" Elijah announced himself to the room by doing what he does best. Getting in the middle of Klaus's problems.

I turned to see him as always dressed as fine as a groom. God was he handsome too. Originals have this thing about them. Either it's just an ability they have they didn't pass down to normal vamps or being so old let them really master their own Bram stroker talents.

"Nicer then my insults" I retorted.

"Now my brother won't tell me why you for a lack of better terms are in the dog house... care to enlighten me?" Elijah asked as he poured himself and Klaus a drink.

"In short I told him he was a great dad" I huffed slouching into the sofa like an upset child.

"It doesn't matter now Elijah" Klaus quickly tried to change the subject before I repeated my actual words.

Klaus stood grabbing his drink from his brother taking a long sip.

"It matters if it affected you so brother," Elijah said concerned for his brother or concerned about his brothers next meltdown I couldn't tell.

"Look" I started standing up and facing Klaus. "I'm... ah, no can't say it" I quickly changed my mind on my apology. "It just makes me feel all icky to even try," I said shaking off my goosebumps.

I realized I past the point of no return. His face turned quickly from annoyed and hurt to rage. Crap. He took long steps across the room until he was in front of me.

"You, mortal little witch seem to think you are immortal in a house full of originals" his voice was low but his anger was off the charts.

My eyes were wide waiting for the snap, he always snapped. This was only one shoe, the other one was bound to drop.

"Look I was just trying to be nice. I never claimed to be good at it" I augured.

"Klaus, is this really needed?" Elijah spoke up from behind his brother.

"Oh dear brother I think lessons long overdo" Klaus smirked at me.

"Okay I get your angry but stop threatening me," I said starting to feel my own anger boiling up. "It's been three years and I'm over every time you get a bug up your ass you talk about beheading me"

"Who are you to talk to an original hybrid this way!" Klaus yelled.

And there was the other shoe. I rolled my eyes I could feel the magic from the house filling me up. I didn't mean to take any it just happened.

"Stop it!" I yelled back matching his volume. "I'm so over this!"

I went to turn away, Storm off in protest but Klaus grabbed my arm stopping me. Again I had no control over my power but this time instead of the house I siphoned from Klaus himself. I knew he felt it and saw it. I didn't wanna threaten him, but my body had a mind of its own.

My eyes widen as I looked at him. He was the last person I wanted to test like this. Klaus wasn't lying he doesn't forgive, he just sits in your mistake for the rest of his life, feeling it over and over again. I understood, in fact, knew what that feels like. My body felt jittery as I was so full of magic. The house was like a sip of strong coffee, Klaus, on the other hand, was like a hit of drugs. I felt powerful, unmatchable, my heart raced, and along with it my mind.

"Yell at me, get it out already so we can get over this!" I provoke him even though I said I didn't want to.

I pulled my arm away staring him down. Daring him to do something I knew was very much in his power to do.

"You've tried me for the last time" Klaus Warned.

"Brother" Elijah tried as he always does to stop us. As always he failed.

"First of all, you should be thanking me!" I spat out at him, arms folded, and my face turned smugly to the side.

"Thank you?" Klaus laughed mockingly.

I felt the power inside me stewing. Like a bolt of lightening inside me running up and down me, controlling me.

"Yes," I answered sternly. "You whole perfect life is thanks to me... your welcome"

Klaus moves around me like a vulture. He wasn't touching me but he was so close I could feel every moment he made.

"I thought you did all this for that picture perfect family you always talk about," Klaus said till he finally stood in front of me again. "And yet I am always left wondering where are mommy and daddy? If you saved them why aren't they here with you? Oh, and where is that sister you wanted to kill?" Klaus was proud of himself, I could tell my pain made him proud.

With his mention of my family, I felt like there was a rope inside my head holding on to my composure, sense, and calmness. And with those words, the rope snapped and all of those things fell into a dark hole.

Mentally and physically I stumbled catching on to Klaus so I didn't fall to the floor. I could hear my dads words echoing around me. I killed Josie. I could hear Josie tell me she hates me. Hear Klaus tell me I killed her. And that was all I could hear, that and a ringing. Over and over. The worst things I've ever heard just kept repeating. If Klaus was saying more, if Elijah was interrupting our fight I couldn't hear them. In my mind I saw dad being beaten to death, I saw the pine box that held Josie, and in reality, I saw the living room of the Mikelson house. Saw the cream walls spinning, saw flashes of Elijah and Klaus, saw their lips moving and no words coming out.

I could hear my voice going a million miles an hour in my head, but I couldn't make out a single word. My heart was racing, and I was spinning out of control. I couldn't find the words to express myself, my feelings, my anxiety, my fears, I felt paralyzed. I felt like everything was out of my control and I had to sit still and watch everything I love die. Finally, one thought was clear, it was like a whisper.

scr... scr... scr... eam... eam... eam...

Slowly it was raising in volume till it was deafening.

Scream... scream... scream... SCREAM... SCREAM... SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAMSCREAMSCREAMSCREAM! LET GO!

I felt the pressure going, felt the magic leaving my body. I was feeling sweet release and God was it making me happy. Till something that didn't happen often happened. I became aware. The room was destroyed, a fire was set ablaze on the curtains. Elijah was yelling at me to stop and Klaus was staring watching me break but his stare shifted when he heard small footsteps. Then his stare of ravel turned to fear.

In three years I've gained many talents. Making my magic move as quick as vampires was one. In a blur, I saw Klaus rush to the door frame trying to beat the broken sharp piece of wood to hopes small body. But he wasn't fast enough. But just as I did when I nearly hurt my dad so many times reaction kicks in me and I stopped the object right before it pierced her body.

I was shaking looking at what I've done. I broke everything. I saw the way little Hope, Elijah, and Klaus was looking at me. I broke everything. I could tell Hope was scared, I saw Elijah was sighing in relief but Klaus. I cried uncontrollably as I looked at him. He had tears down his cheeks, he had pure fear screaming across his face. I broke everything. Hope ran into his arms crying, Elijah was trying to talk to me but I couldn't hear him, I couldn't break my eye contact with Klaus. He hated me now. I broke everything.

"I'm so sorry" I sobbed out.

I click onto myself trying to find any comfortable as I fell down to the floor surround by the rumble. I broke everything... I'm broken.