Violet Baudelaire had had enough.
She never let her brother see this pain, though.
That was over.
Violet sat on the cold, hardwood floor with a blade in one hand, and a small washcloth in the other. Carefully, she folded the washcloth,put in her mouth, and clamped down. Hard.
While her teeth were still clamped down, she slid the blade over her ghost pale skin, leaving a leaving a thin line of bright red blood, that stood out for miles.
She took the rag out of her mouth and sat there for a moment, staring at the imprint she'd just made. Little did she know that a certain brother of hers was just walking in...
He saw the mark and immedeatly ran over, grabbing her by her arms ad shaking her.
"Violet! What the hell are you doing?! You can't do this to yourself! It's not right! You could get seriously hurt! Or worse! Violet, are you listening to me!?" Her shook her again.
She looked up at him with dark, black, watered over eyes.
"Violet...?"
That's when the tears started, falling down slowly as Violet took hold of him and whimpered, "Klaus...".
And Kluas looked her in those black eyes and nodded, showing the same emotion.
He kept nodding as he said "Okay. It's okay, it's going to be alright, I promise."
Violet's arms moved up and around his neck until they were in a full locked hug, a crying, sobbing mass on the floor, ridding themselves of all troubles, and painful memories.