Luna Pov

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I turned around and let the warm water hit my face. I was in the shower. It was around 3 in the morning, but I couldn't get any more sleep.

Horrid nightmares of the witches, of Agnes, and Sabine, torturing me plagued the little minutes and hours I had of sleep. They cut me, beat me bloody, burned me, chained me up, and poured wolves pain on all my new open and almost healed wounds. I would wake up screaming. The pain didn't feel like it was a part of my imagination. The pain felt real. I would shake, from the sheer raw intensity of it. I had experienced it before. All of it. The cutting, the stabbing, the waterboarding, the dry-boarding, the burning, the branding, the whipping, the slapping, the choking, the bone-breaking, needles in my flesh under my nails, the painful spells, the starvation, the dehydration, among other things...

Cami, Rebekah, and Damon came running. They couldn't help me, no one could, except for him...

He would be able to.

But he wasn't here.

There was this brief recurring dream of a woman with wavy blonde hair and an accent. She looked and sounded familiar, I wondered if I knew her from somewhere, although it was not very likely it was still a possibility.

The water had started getting cold, I didn't move feeling like my feet were glued to the bottom of the shower. It reminded me of that one time I got hypothermia, because of the witches. I put my head against the wall and stood there. I wasn't able to feel it somehow, the cold water, I felt numb. Even though it's been nine months, it's felt like an eternity...An eternity of hell and nothing less. Yet I was surrounded by the people I love. Rebekah, my overprotective friend. Damon also my friend, but I looked up to him, he was my father figure, or so he put it. Cami, the mother figure, she dotes on me all the time like I imagine my mother would have had she been alive. And of course, how could I forget my beautiful niece. I love her, I really do. But sometimes I can't be around her because she reminds me of Hayley and him.

It's been so long since I've thought ofhisname. Even said it inside of my own head. I'm scared to.

I would just break down again.

It would be too painful anyway.

I would often wonder if he had forgotten me. I wondered ifheeven thought about me anymore as I thought ofhim. Ifheremembered the time we spent. Ifhereminisced over and over again about our conversations from the very first day, as I did.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to cry again. Why didhesend me away? Why didhepush me away? I thoughtwewere close.Hehad said that I was the remedy tohisanger,hehad said, that I was the very meaning of irreplaceable, but then why was I here? Did I hurthim? Did I do something wrong? Was I too clingy? Didhefinally figure out I wasn't worth it?

After all, I'm just a broken, forget thatshattered, 18-year-old girl, with a list of emotional and mental health problems that wouldn't fit on a single sheet of paper.Maybe, I was too much of a heavy heart to carry...Maybe, I wasn't good enough for him...

It happened then. It all came out, and I came crashing down to the shower floor.

Trembling and sobbing as those negative thoughts ran through my head.Hesaved me from the witches over a year ago, and nowhewas facing a crisis, and it hurt me, killed me because I couldn't helphim. For all I knew,hedidn't even remember me...not even my name...

I didn't even hear the door open. The shower curtain was pulled open and warm arms picked me up and set a towel around my quivering body.

The tears didn't stop.

"Luna, are you alright, did you see something?" Asked the person who had pulled me out of the shower, who I now recognized as Damon.

This wasn't the first time he had found me like this. It was always him or Rebekah to find me like this. Cami was usually around Hope at those times because even though she was a highly educated psychiatrist, even she didn't know what to do. That and she wasn't strong enough to lift me out of the shower or tub.

I was so, messed up, even she didn't even know how to fix me.

I shook my head and leaned into his chest, seeking his warmth and comfort. I closed my eyes and imagined for a minute that Damon washimthinking that would help. I started crying harder, so that didn't help or work at all.

I barely felt it when he lifted me up and carried me to my room. He walked away for a minute and came back less than 3 seconds later.

The towel came off me, and in under a minute I was fully clothed in my bra, underwear, tank top, pajama shorts, and socks.

At the moment, I could care less, it was all hitting me at once. Damon picked me up again and took me into a dark room He set me on the bed, and I went under the covers, bawling into a pillow. I felt a weight on the bed and looked up to see the long blonde hair of Cami. I sucked in a breath and hiccuped, trying not to cry. I felt arms around me again, and I shuddered.

"Shhhh, it's okay. Luna, I am right here. I know you miss them, but you're gonna see them again okay, very soon. I swear on my life."

I looked up at him and sniffled.

"Okay, on Cami's life."

I nodded and went into his chest, wrapping myself around him. Even though he and Cami were dating, they were both okay with this. It didn't feel awkward because, in truth, Damon was like the father I've always wanted or imagined having. He was so supportive, I would have to tell him how much I appreciated him being here for me. I groaned, feeling the warmth leave me, I couldn't make a sound, but I screamed in my dreams...

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Rebekah Pov

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I groaned, opening my eyes, hearing a quiet knock on my door. I looked down and noticed I still had Hope in my arms. Despite how tired I was I smiled as I wiped the milk off of her chin. I gently put her in her crib and made sure the wooden horse and knight Klaus had made for me was still there.

I turned and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me.

When I saw Damon, I whispered that we should go to the kitchen so we wouldn't disturb anyone or wake them up. We journeyed our way there. I grabbed two glasses and grabbed a blood bag. I emptied the contents of the bag into the two glasses and gave one to Damon who took it happily.

"Now that we have had our late night snack, what's the problem." Damon took another drink, and I did too.

"Luna."

I nodded, wanting to hear more. She had gotten worse over the past weeks, days. At first, she had tried. She had went outside and out into the small town. But now she stayed here. In the house, mostly in her room, sometimes in Hope's. She would always sit in the same position. Her knees up against her chest, and her arms wrapped around her knees. It looked almost as if she was holding herself together. These past few days it seemed like that wasn't enough to keep all the seams together.

"What happened, Damon?"

"I went to grab my phone from the living room charger when I heard her crying. Rebekah, I walked in there, and she was on the floor of the shower crying. She was shaking so hard. The water was as cold as ice. I don't know how long she was sitting there. I pulled her out of the shower, and I got her dressed. I put her in the bed with me and Cami. I stayed for a while to make sure she was asleep, and I left to go to your room so I could go to you. Because what has been going on the past week isn't working."

I immediately relaxed fearing this was the same thing I had caught her doing last month, Damon still didn't know about. Cami did though, we both wanted to tell him. But deep down we knew that he would flip out and tell Elijah. And then Elijah would tell Hayley who would tell Klaus, then all hell would break loose. We could never figure out why she did it, she wasn't suicidal. Cami had deducted that much. Maybe she wanted to feel the pain...I didn't know but thinking back to that time made me uneasy and uncomfortable...

"Rebekah, I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going to happen next. Talking isn't working."

I sighed and finished my glass of blood. I grabbed another one from the fridge and split it between Damon and I.

"We just have to do the best that we can for as long as we can. And if this ever happens again, we do one of two things."

Damon raised his eyebrows over his glass, confused.

"Either Luna stays with Klaus, or Klaus goes with her. It is bloody clear as day that they cannot, be separated under any circumstances."

Damon nodded, "I think that's a good idea. We should definitely stick to it."

"In the meantime, what should we do about her depression, insomnia, and nightmares?"

I tilted my head to the side thinking thoughtfully. Nightmares more likenight-terrors, the way she woke up screaming. Thinking about the sound made a shiver run down my spine.

"Hmm, let's see... for the depression keep her mind off Klaus and Hayley, that includes everyone else back home, but mainly those two. As for her insomnia, we should try to create a soft, comfortable environment and try to avoid bringing up New Orleans at all times."

"Do you think we should put her on some medication?"

Damon asked with uncertainty in his voice. I cringed, imagining Hayley and Klaus' reactions.

I heard footsteps, and I looked up. Damon did too. Cami was walking into the kitchen, barefoot. She had Hope in her arms, and a bottle in her hand. She grabbed a chair, and sat between Damon and I.

"I think medication sounds like a good idea," stated Cami. Damon nodded and looked at both Cami and me.

"You know for a human Cami, you have extraordinary hearing."

Cami smiled and started rocking Hope back and forth. "Well, I've gotten accustomed to living with supernatural creatures with supernatural hearing, after a while, your hearing starts to improve."

Damon laughed, and I grabbed another blood bag. I didn't even bother with putting it in the glass.

"Why should we put her on medication?" I asked, looking at Cami and Damon. Damon stated silent, and I realized that he was waiting for Cami to speak. I was sure because she had more experience in the field.

"I am almost 100% certain that she suffers from anxiety and panic attacks, and depression from what I could tell," said Cami while laying Hope down in her play pin, she was now asleep.

Damon choked on his blood and vodka, and I almost did myself. Surely, it wasn't that serious, but then again. Thinking back to the incident last month made me realize maybe it was. "What are the symptoms?" I asked tightly, holding onto the edge of the table maybe, this was all just a big, understanding.

"It's more of what the person's feeling. What's going on inside of them. I would have to talk to her and ask how she's feeling, and she would have to be completely honest with me. The way she breaks down, with all the psychological and physical trauma she's had it isn't completely unrealistic."

Damon scoffed, looking at Cami as though she had grown a third eye.

"Luna doesn't lie. Why in the hell would you think she wouldn't be honest with you?"

"Damon, not everyone is always truthful. Not even you,especiallynot you," I said, taking sides with Cami.

"Yeah, but Luna is not a liar, she has no reason to lie to the people she cares about."

However, before I could say anything, Cami intervened. "Yes, she would, the same reason why you would do it too. To not worry us." Cami added looking, at Damon and me.

"Okay, I get it, you guys are smarter than me, stop trying to rub it in, geez."

I rolled my eyes at what he said.

"Come on, Damon, this is serious," Cami said, and he immediately sat up straighter. At least he listened to her. I was thankful that someone had gained control over him. Before he had been almost too wild, but now he was calmer, tamer...

"Now, as I was saying, if she suffered from panic attacks and anxiety attacks, we would know, because in most cases people can become violent, and unpredictable," I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Damon, how was Luna when you went into the bathroom?"

Damon sighed, "She was on the floor of the shower curled up into a tight little ball, just crying. She was shaking so hard."

"Damon," Cami said, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Was she grabbing at anything specific, or holding herself a certain way?"

"She was holding her chest, and her heartbeat sounded a little too fast, even for her. Her breathing was a bit fast to, almost like she couldn't catch her breath..." Cami looked at me, and I discarded the glass and the blood bag, frustrated.

"What are we going to do?" Damon asked, breaking the silence.

For once, I could see that he was a little frightened, I didn't blame him.

"What happens if she has one of these panic attacks, and she gets angry?" I asked Cami half halfheartedly, not wanting to know the answer. I knew it would be bad...

"It wouldn't be good." Cami clarified not meeting me or Damon's eyes. Only looking at a very asleep Hope inside her play pin.

"What do you mean it wouldn't be good?" Damon asked, quoting Cami.

"I mean, considering the fact she isn't a normal human being, that just makes it worse automatically. Her werewolf side has higher strength and emotions, and in some cases, it's good. In others, not so much. Her witch side is also a problem, she is extremely powerful. We haven't even seen what she could do, and I don't think she knows the potential of her power as a witch. And that means she can't control it. And then the two of them combined..."

Damon shifted in his seat, looking very uncomfortable. He cleared his throat startling me from my train of thought.

"I think I'm just gonna go lay Hope down, and check on Luna while you to talk about what girls talk about," said Damon, I smiled at his attempt to try and keep things light, but it didn't work all that well. I think all of this bothered him like it bothered Cami and me.

He took Hope gently out of Cami's arms and kissed Cami on the lips, and then he was gone. Cami turned around to make sure that he was actually gone.

"Did you tell him?"

She asked me quietly, and I shook my head. "I think it would be a really bad, idea to tell him, or anyone really.

Cami nodded and took the bottle of vodka from my hand, and I smiled when she tipped it back.

"So, do you think we should get the medicine and see if it goes or just do other things before we go down that road?" asked Cami. I sighed, taking the bottle back and gulping down the burning liquid. "I think we should try other things first, like letting her do the things she likes. If that doesn't work, then there is always plan b."

Putting her on medication was too serious, of a transit. Other methods should be tried first.

Cami opened her mouth and was about to say something, but Damon appeared into the room.

Taking his seat on the corner, "Oh, yeah, what's plan b?" Cami looked at me worriedly, but I winked, telling her I had it all covered.

"Oh, Damon, you see that's none of your business. Just silly girl talk, right Cami," I said, looking up from pretending to look at my nails. Cami's tense face broke out into a natural smile, I was surprised she pulled it off.

"Yeah, babe, just some regular girl talk. Rebekah and I have been talking about going shopping in one of the malls out of state. There is a low chance of it storming over there so, we came up with a plan b in case it does indeed storm. New clothes and hail don't mix."

I smiled, Cami was getting really good about lying, I guess you pick up a couple of good things when you spend time with the Mikealson family.

"And what's the plan b?" Damon asked, still pressing. "That we would go to a mall here instead if it decides to storm."

Damon nodded, although he did seem rather suspicious. I opened my mouth about to say something when I heard glass breaking, it sounded like it was from Damon's room, and Luna was the only one in that room. I didn't even look at Damon or Cami, I just went straight into the room.

I didn't bother knocking. I opened my eyes in surprise. Luna wasn't on the bed but the floor on her knees, looking positively terrified. I followed her gaze to the mirror. I felt faint in the mirror was a hole. The home was in the shape of a bird. Not just any bird, but a starling. There was also blood running down from it.

Damon and Cami came in worried. Hope's cries sounded from the other room down the hall. Cami volunteered to go and get her because she didn't know what was going on. I bent down to Luna and got at her level Damon beside me, who put a comforting hand on her shaking body.

"Luna, what's wrong, tell me what happened," I whispered softly, trying to get her to talk to me.

She looked up at me with a tear-streaked face and a quivering lip. It looked like her whole body was vibrating. The lights in the room had been on, but now they were flickering widely. The floor started to shake, and things started falling off the dresser. I looked at Damon, this was going to get worse.

"Luna, please talk to me. I can help you." The lights stopped flickering, and the ground stopped shaking, it was now still.

Had Luna been the source of the ground shaking?

"It was her, the woman I've been dreaming about for the past couple of months." Damon looked at me and then Luna. He wiped away her tears with his thumb.

"What woman, sweetie?"

Luna sighed and shakily got up. She left the room, and I looked up at Damon worriedly. Maybe, I should have gone with her. Luna came back before I made my decision. She had a sketch pad in her hands. I smiled, remembering that Klaus had given her this. She flipped a few pages and then put it on the bed for Damon and I to see.

I let my mouth fall open in shock. Luna had been seeing my mother in her dreams, that was not a good sign.

"Ester," Damon whispered in a surprised tone.

"Your mother, if I would have known, I would have said something. I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no, it's isn't your fault. It is my deranged mother's. What has she told you?" I asked, fearing the answer. Luna's face seemed to pale slightly, "She said that I have to bring her back."

Damon sighed and leaned back on the bed. "Does this woman ever stay dead and quiet? Is that too damn much to ask for?"

"Did she say anything else?" I pressed on, wanting to know more. Luna winced but shook her head no. I could tell something was off, but decided not to push her since she was in such a fragile state of mind right now.

I kissed Luna on the cheek and left the room, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I went through my contacts and found who I was looking for. It was picked up, on the first ring.

"Hey, sister, how are you doing? Is there something wrong? You said you wouldn't call unless something was wrong. Did something happen?"

I smiled, hearing Kol's voice, I missed him so much.Though he could be so bloody annoying at times...

"Actually, Kol, that's why I called..."