Sometimes, it’s like the walls are closing in and Via cannot breath or think, she looked at herself in the mirror trying to remember the last time she had slept or even ate. Some how she was able to make Charlie believe everything was okay, she was not going through her own issues, she could be alone. She ran her fingers through her unwashed hair, Angel has been in and out of the hotel busy with things that he didn’t notice her slowly becoming skinnier. Her own father, even after all of this went to stay with the imp he was in love with, she was alone with her own thoughts. The princess was already depressed, and now she had PTSD from her mother trying to murder her, she had scars from the blade… that would never heal, she tried to ignore them.

But everyone in hell knew, and she was out-casted for not just letting it happen, she was never going to bring an heir to the family, so it did not matter. She denounced ever taking the throne if it came to pass, so she was a princess by blood but not in the same, her eyes laid on the claw tub filled with water, she wanted to get back into the swing of things, not being stuck in her room for hours on end not wanting to just end it. Sadly, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, only certain things could kill royals and nothing she had in her room or bathroom would do it.

Via slipped into the tub, letting her head tilt back off the side as she felt tears slide down her cheeks onto her neck, as she tried to understand what was going on. She was motherless, but she was not angry with Al for protecting her and doing whatever he did to Stella, it just was hard to picture never having a mother, and every time she closed her eyes she saw the manic smile and felt the blade against her skin, she pushed her self under the water as she screamed louder then ever before making the water ripple as she held herself under knowing it would not kill her.

The feeling of her airway, and chest tighten from the unable to breath and the water going down her throat was enough to make her feel better; she closed her eyes letting the darkness take her over. Sometimes she had to knock herself out just to have dreamless sleep, and waking up in the bathtub, water drained and throwing up the water in the morning was a normal thing now.

She knew in a couple of decades she would be able to handle this in a normal way being immortal does that, but at the moment… This was her way to forget when everything was too much, she now understood why Angel did drugs and Husk liked the booze, it was their way to deal with things. And this was hers. drowning until she passed out for a couple hours and deal with the world… yet again with a small smile on her face acting like nothing was wrong, when everything was crashing down around her… was she going to have to save herself- or will someone save her?