"What's your fuckin problem?" Tristan slurred and whiped his nose with the back of his hand. All I could do was laugh. I looked up at his dumb little face as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Would you stop that, Y/N." Elizabeth said, sounding bored like usual.

"No. Y/N's right. What the fuck. You mean you really replaced us with that guy?!" He yelled and I laughed even harder.

"Hey! Stop laughing at me!" Tristan protested and I walked over to him.

I put one hand on his shoulder for support as I calmed down. "Y'aint shit my man. Who do you think you are. Pranzin 'round like you own this shithole?" I asked as I stared into his face. He was pretty. But just pretty doesn't cut it. Not if you're stupid.

"That's enough y/n." Elizabeth said angrily.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. You replaced us." I said as I turned around and walked over to her. "You might've made me. I thank you for that. But I am not your toy." I said lowly. "Don't get me wrong. I thank you for everything you've given me, but I am not your slave."

"Right. You're James'." She spat and this time my eyes widened. Before I could react she grabbed me by my throat.

"Y/N!" Donovan yelled and tried to get to me but he was too late.

My blood left me through the cut on my throat. It was rushing out of me like I was a fountain. I clutched my hand over the gash but it was too deep and too large. Elizabeth let me sink to the bed. We looked each other in the eyes and I think there was a light glint of sadness in them.

"Y/N! Oh god...no no damn it." Donovan rushed over to me and tried to cover the wound. I looked around as my vision blurred.