REWRITTEN.
Thunder shook her out of her own mind.
Violet snapped her head up, muscles tense, as the sky outside her window turned grey with rolling storm clouds. A loud, rumbling energy crackled just beyond the glass.
Where usually thunderstorms eased her mind, something about this one had hairs raising at the back of her neck. She uncurled quickly from her position and used her nightstand to help her up so she could reach her window. She scanned the peculiar sight of a sapphire blue swarming energy in the centre of the clouds, looming above the courtyard.
Something about the colour of it and the abnormality of the sudden storm forming had her transfixed.
She didn't snap out of it until things in her room started shaking and rattling.
Her drawers flung themselves open and slammed shut by an invisible force. She flinched away when books flew across the room from their neat and organised places, eliciting a distressed noise from her throat. She scrambled onto her knees to try and pick them up, stacking them in her arms, but more kept dropping in front of her as though to purposely mock her - and finally she threw them down onto the floor before groaning.
Having no choice but to leave it, though she itched to do the exact opposite, she fought the urge not to tear her hair out and ran downstairs to see what the hell was going on.
As she made it downstairs before the others, all she could think of was the mess that her books were in upstairs and that she should be fixing them right now but she wasn't and it was killing her.
The wind blew her long hair over her shoulder and she squinted up at the mass of crackling energy above her.
A mass of voices and footsteps surrounded her but all she could hear was the energy surging and crackling.
"It looks like some sort of temporal anomaly," Luther stepped forward. "That or a miniature black hole."
"Pretty big difference there, paul bunyan." Diego quipped, annoyed.
Her books were in a state. The pages were probably crumpled and folded on the floor. What if her hardcovers were dented? Damaged? What if one of her books were ripped?
She drummed her fingers repetitively against her collarbone, focusing on the sound, the hollow feeling. She did it more until it actually hurt.
There was something about the way it flashed like lightning, such a deep blue... her heart raced and she took a shaky step back, her heart hurting inside her chest. The colour of it reminded her of something. And it hurt to think about.
Her eyes flickered to her siblings faces but none of them seemed to think what she was thinking. Sometimes she thought she was the only one who cared anymore.
Her mind went back to her fucking stupid books.
Luther stepped in front of them all, arms out cautiously. "Get behind me!"
"Yeah," Diego stepped up with him protectively. "Get behind us."
Violet drummed against her collarbone, more hitting it now than tapping, so much so even her knuckle was hurting.
Her fingers tingled and she stopped, glancing down at her hand. As the energy pulsed and grew stronger above, her hand began shifting in and out of visibility. Translucent, invisible, visible, invisible, translucent. The familiar pins and needles made her heart ache terribly and she tried shaking her hand out to get rid of the feeling.
She turned her hand over, the tingling getting worse, and was conscious that she couldn't stop her hands from disappearing and that hadn't happened in a really long time and she hated the feeling of being so useless-
And then, just as soon as the storm appeared, everything stopped.
The thunder, the lightning, the wind, the crackling of energy. There was a sound as though the sky was tearing itself apart and then, nothing.
Violet stared down at her hand and shakily clenched it into a fist, feeling as though her heart was being squeezed and it became hard to breathe.
What followed was slightly more interesting to everyone else. A figure fell towards the ground and landed heavy with a thud.
Violets books were probably ruined and she should have been up in her room fixing the state of them and her hand was tingling and the clouds were sapphire blue and her heart hurt because it reminded her too much of-
Five.
"Does- does anyone else see..." Klauses voice was distant in her mind.
Her fingers were numb.
All of her fidgeting ceased.
She felt herself flickering between her cloak and her normal self as her eyes fell upon the teenager pushing himself to a stand in front of them. A pain crossed her chest at the sight of those emerald eyes and an energy buzzed beneath her skin.
She couldn't breathe. She ached to claw herself out of her own skin. Everything felt wrong.
The air was dead silent as the two apparent teenagers scanned eachothers appearance as though committing it all to memory, taking in every inch of eachothers faces.
It was as though the siblings were waiting for Violet to react. Do something. They were all watching her and she could feel it. Their eyes. She always could, but now it was worse, and her skin itched and her head hurt and her eyes were stinging. Everything about her clothes felt off, like there were a million labels in every piece, and they hung wrong on her body, too heavy, too warm.
Her hands shook. Heat grew in her chest as she blinked at the teenager in front of her, and then it was like her heart was tearing in half.
"Five?"
The girl sounded so careful, so uncertain, as though her wavering voice might make him disappear like he was a figment of her imagination.
Her voice pained him to hear. He parted his lips to say something, anything, but for once found himself speechless.
She couldn't think.
She wanted to scream.
Violet stared at Five Hargreeves - the boy who had left her, who had broken her heart and his promise.
A boy who had taken half of her heart with him, leaving her feeling broken and lost and hollow.
But he was alive, and she had convinced herself years ago that he was dead and long gone and that she would never see him again but he was standing right in front of her and it hurt.
And despite the fact she wanted to launch herself at him and wrap her arms around him and never, ever let him go, she was stuck.
Something in the moment must have passed because the others were moving onto the kitchen and Five was not where he had been standing before, though Violet was still frozen.
There was movement around her and lingering eyes, but no one stopped to say anything. Or do anything.
No one except Vanya, who was hesitant to touch her but wanted to get her attention. She warily stood in front of her, peering around to catch her eye.
Her eyes that were fixed on the point in front of her and stinging with tears.
"Violet? Are you okay?" She asked quietly.
The girl snapped out of it, her heart racing in her chest and backed away from her.
Extraordinarily pale, Violet turned away and hurried inside, shaking out her right hand that was still numb.