Forgotten

Did you just roll your eyes at me

Lizzie's POV: I ran back toward the docks to find my father, but he was nowhere in sight. "You got to be kidding me", I huffed, racing toward the school and throwing his office doors open.

"Lizzie-"

"Hope's in trouble", I blurted out, resting my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath.

"What?! What happened", he exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

"Some statue or whatever attacked us in the woods. We managed to kill it, but she got hit and now she can't move and is turning gray and...", I said in one breath.

"Lizzie, I really don't have time for one of your games. I have a lot of work to do", he scolded.

"I'm not making this up", I yelled, trying to keep my tears at bay.

"Breathe", he instructed, putting his hand on my shoulder, before I smacked him away.

"We don't have time for this! Hope could be dying, and I know I'm supposed to hate her and everything, but I don't want her to...", I breathed erratically.

"What did it look like", he asked.

"What", I frowned.

"The thing that attacked you. What did it look like", he asked.

"I don't know. A gargoyle", I said, throwing my hands up dramatically. "Does it matter", I exclaimed.

"Okay, I'm gonna go talk to Dorian", he said.

"But Hope-"

"I'll look into it", he said, hurrying from his office.

"But what about Hope", I yelled down the hall. Swallowing thickly, I took off down the hall, attempting to make it back to Hope without falling over. Dropping down next to her, I looked at the tear in her shirt, expecting the grey skin. "I found dad. He's looking into it", I told her breathlessly. "I'm sure they'll find something", I nodded. "They'll find something", I whispered mostly to myself as I pulled my knees to my chest.

"Oh God, what if this stuff reaches your heart", I exclaimed. "How will I explain...", I panicked. "Don't die on me, Mikaelson. I would never hear the end of it", I told her. Did she just..."Did you just roll your eyes at me", I glared, my previous panic forgotten. "Listen here, you ungrateful, no good, father stealing-"

"I got it", I heard my father yell.

"Over here", I shouted.

"Okay, it says that you should be able to siphon from it...", he got out before I placed my hands over her chest, and siphoning it away. I took a step back as Hope slowly sat up, causing me to breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank God...", dad smiled, pulling her into a hug lovingly. My relief quickly faded as tears swelled up in my eyes, watching him check her over in concern. "Are you okay", he asked her.

"I'm fine", she smiled slightly.

Looking up at the sky, I blinked back my tears before smiling sarcastically. "Too bad. I would've loved to plan the funeral", I smiled sweetly, before storming off. Slamming my dorm room door shut, I glared up at the lights as they flickered. "Good job, Lizzie. Thank you for saving Hope's life. Are you okay", I muttered to myself. "Oh, I'm fine, dad. Just a little tired", I sighed, sitting down on the bed and glancing over at Josie's bed bitterly. 

"Busy", I scoffed, turning off the lights as tears made their way down my face. Turning to look at the dresser, I picked up our family picture sadly as the room rattled slightly. "Goodnight, Jo...goodnight mom...goodnight dad", I whispered, holding the picture to my chest as the rattling finally stopped. 

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Hope's POV: I sighed, walking down the hall as I tried to get Lizzie's hurt expression off my mind. Shaking my head, I looked up, realizing that I stopped outside the twins' room. Biting my lip, I knocked on the door softly before pushing it open. "Josie? Lizzie", I called, walking into the darkened room. "The door was...", I trailed off, turning on the lights to see Lizzie sound asleep with dried tears on her face, clutching her family photo to her chest. 

Frowning in concern, I turned to Josie's side of the room to find it empty as a terrible feeling quickly filled my chest. Walking further into the room, I pulled the blankets over the blonde's frame before walking from the room. Closing the door to my room, I clutched my chest as another wave of sadness spread throughout my body. 

What the heck is going on? I don't actually...feel bad for her do I? No, of coarse not. That's ridiculous. In order for me to feel bad, I'd have to care, and I do not care about Lizzie Saltzman...right?