(chapter twenty-two.) let me die in peace
❝ I'M JUST KIDDING. I'M NOT DYING... NOT YET...❞

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POET GAVE UP ON STRUGGLING AGAINST THE ROPES AND TRIED TO stay awake to be able to help Klaus escape and can manage to leave. She was worried that she wasn't going to live soon and will fail to protect Klaus from the people that were torturing her. She was currently stuck in a closet with Klaus, both taped. She was struggling to use her telekinesis on turning to doorknob around and hopefully find something that will make her get them out of the ropes.

She jumped suddenly when Klaus screamed, the sound muffled by the tape that was placed on his mouth. She looked at him and then at Ben, who was calling out his name. She groaned softly, sitting up straighter as she kicked Klaus in the shin.

He opened his eyes, screams still slipping from his lips. Poet's droopy eyes stared right back at his scared one, nodding her head slowly at him. Ben, clearly knowing what the woman wanted to say, leaned closer to Klaus' ear.

"Breathe," Klaus let out loud whimpers and just by watching him squirming around, Poet went back to struggling to against the ropes, noticing that her skin was turning red just by doing so. But if her skin kept turning like that, it was worth it, she just wanted Klaus to stop facing the dead people by himself and go back to her nephew. "You're in the worst of it now. Just try and stay calm."

Poet immediately perked up, though, when she heard the vacuum. She looked at Klaus who stared right back at her immediately and they both screamed as loud as they could, shouting until their throats started to hurt.

"She can't hear you both," Julian said, popping up. He stared at his sister with pity and Poet looked down at her lap, tears slightly blurring her vision before she blinked them away and ignored yet again the wounds in her stomach and shoulder. Klaus continued screaming, not noticing how the girl's breath slightly slowed down.

"You know what the worst part of being dead is?" Ben asked. "You're stuck. Nowhere to go. Nowhere to change. That's the real torture, if you gotta know. Watching your brother take for granted everything you lost and pissing it all away. And now, we gotta watch a girl die in front of us, in front of you, just because she was protecting you."

"Yes, I fucking get it," Poet breathed out groaning softly as she tried to sit up to look at the siblings who were already staring at her. "If you even mention that I'm about to die I swear I'm gonna choke your spirit ass, Ben."

"Please don't."

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"You idiot!"

"What?"

Poet looked around the darkened closet, her breath quickening when she heard the two come inside the motel room. She gulped, moving from her slumping position to a straighter position to come across week.

"You didn't put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door!" Poet heard the woman exclaim at the man.

"I did! I know I..." Poet sighed against the tape, the tape itself almost peeling off by the sweat and causing it to fall slowly. "Shit!"

She heard the footsteps of the people getting closer and she winced when there was slight light coming to bloom on hers and Klaus' face.

She looked at the man, glaring at him. "Thanks a lot dumbass. My head is pounding even more because of you. Nice going. First, you forget to put the sign and then, you bring back my headache. Do you ruin everything?"

"They're still here," Hazel told Cha Cha, ignoring the girl's words. Poet scoffed, letting out an "Oh really, what gave it away?" while starting to do the same thing she was doing before; trying to get out of the ropes. "Hi."

Listening to Klaus' small cries, Hazel dragged Klaus out of the closet while Cha Cha dragged Poet out of the closet. Poet closed her eyes, breathing in and out, feeling no pain. No more. She felt numb. She felt weak. She felt like at any moment she was to die. And she was afraid to die. She couldn't bear the thought of not saying goodbye to her nephew, to Allison, and to Diego... kinda. She didn't want to die yet.

Poet looked at the people under her eyelashes, spitting out the tape from her mouth. She just went back to thinking, only coming to hear Klaus mumbling stuff and the man questioning, as he always did.

"Oh!" Klaus let out when the tape was removed from his lips. Poet made eye contact with Ben, who was currently watching them in his place in the bed.

"What are you saying?" The brunette looked at the woman as she spoke, now taking a better look on the woman's face. She then looked at the man who was looked nothing like a bad guy. But she did manage to find a certain woman in his mind that caused him to have wild thoughts.

"You guys are scarier without the masks," Klaus answered, causing Poet to hum in agreement. She heard him laugh and before she could process what was going to happen, Poet felt her cheek sting and she rolled her eyes.

"Thats no way to say hello to your old friends, is it?" Poet just stared at the man whose hands were on his hips, staring at Klaus. Poet closed her eyes, her body shutting down slowly. So, so, slowly. "Hey, wake up!"

"Can't we call it a night?" Klaus questioned, concerned and worried about his friend that had a problem with keeping their open. "I already gave you what you wanted. Just, please... please let us go. Please. I don't want to lose her."

They all looked at the girl in synch, watching her close her eyes and her breathing slowing down. Hazel stepped in, shaking her shoulder.

"Stay up," hee sternly told her, stepping back when he saw her open her droopy eyes.

"Man, let me die in peace," she said. Klaus and Ben looked worried. But just as they were about to come up with something, Poet chuckled breathlessly. "I'm just kidding. I'm not dying... Not yet... Anyway."

Ignoring her once again, Cha Cha continued, "Well, technically, we want your brother. Is your brother here now?"

"The dead one is."

"Uh, he," Klaus managed to let out before he, too, stared at Ben. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific on that."

As he let out a small laugh, Poet felt her cheeks sting again. She groaned in an annoyed manner, her eyes instantly meeting the woman's own. She glared as hard as she could but the woman didn't budge.

"I told you already," Klaus rapidly let out, "He's not coming. No one will."

"Well, Number Five knows now," Cha Cha said. "We left him a message. And when he comes for you both, we'll be ready."

"Huh."

Turning their chairs around so their backs could face each other's, the woman turned off the lights and the man closed the curtains, instantly leaving the two in darkness, except some light shining.

Noticing the fact that Klaus looked uncomfortable and he was letting out small, soft whimpers, Poet closed her eyes and focused on what he was seeing. She immediately opened her eyes when she now noticed what made him let out those noises. The man opened his eyes, coming to find his brother sitting down.

"You went there again, didn't you?" Ben questioned. Poet felt herself be overcome by guilt do to the fact that she could be helping him. But she also took notice that this is the reason why Klaus takes those drugs.

"No, no, no, no..." Klaus let out short breaths and that's when Poet heard another noise. A voice.

"Not again."