Broken

Chapter: Memories

Stefan's POV

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I slammed the door behind me, not looking back at my brother. Damon, selfish, annoying, pain in the ass, and… evil? Was he evil? I sighed, I had a massive headache so I headed downstairs and poured myself a glass of brandy, trying hard not to think of Lexi.

My once best friend. We had a fight when I was Katherine and she and I went our separate ways and now when she came back I barely got to make up for that because Damon, killed her.

I sat down wearily and listened to Damon upstairs. He was getting up, he threw the stake at the wall and it sounded like he fell, maybe tripped. Now he was climbing out the window, a few minutes later I heard his footsteps on the roof.

I sighed again and downed my brandy and decided to go up and see if he left yet. On the roof I saw Damon, standing almost over the edge of roof, one hand clutching his chest where I stabbed him.

He didn't notice I was up here. I must have made him weak. I wondered what he was doing, if he fell off the roof he would die.

I watched him sway, like he was drunk. I decided to tap into his mind since he was so weak. I was inside of Damon's mind now. He was thinking of how the ground looked so inviting now, he was considering falling to his death.

I was stunned, my brother was always strong and confident, these thoughts didn't belong into his mind.

Maybe if I kill someone Stefan will plunge the stake through my heart, his brother thought wildly and darkly.

Then Stefan was inside a memory that Damon's mind was reviewing. Small six year old Damon was standing over his mother's bed. It looked like she was sleeping but her eyes, they were open. A nurse rushed in and looked her in complete sorrow and shut her eyes gently.

"You need to leave now," she told me turning to me, sympathy in her eyes.

"Is she alright, what's happening," Damon asked, confusion clouding his reasoning mind.

The nurse wiped a few tears from her eyes. "Your mother is in a better place now," she told him gently. Damon ignored, not understanding and shook his mother's still body, trying to wake her up.

"Mother, come back," he pleaded desperately, but she did not. Damon stared at her for a few more seconds and took off down the hall, running away. He finally stopped in an empty hallway and sat down against the wall.

Warm, salty tears fell from his wide black eyes. He was shaking, wrapping his arms around his legs. He didn't look up when heavy footsteps came down the hall.

"Boy, what are you crying about," an irritated voice asked. Damon looked up to see his father glaring down at him.

"Mother is gone," he whispered his voice trembling.

"Stand up." Damon did, after a few seconds, and his father quickly struck him across the face. "Now listen, Salvatore's never cry, never. You are Salvatore so you will never cry," his father explained in the same cold, harsh voice.

I was appalled at my father, he had never gotten along with Damon but hitting him after his mother died? Didn't he even care his wife was gone and his son was grieving. Damon tried to back away from his father, but he backed into the wall.

Slowly he wiped away the tears and stared up at his father stonily.

"Good boy, now go to your lessons," his father muttered and stalked off.

I pulled out of the memory and out of Damon's mind. So that's when he became that way, all because of our father. He had made him this way.

"Damon," I said softly. He spun around and his black eyes widened when he saw me. Turning around didn't go well for him because the next moment he fell backwards, pain in his black eyes.

I shouted in surprise and dove forward and caught my brother's hands and hauled him back onto the roof. He was on the floor, panting in pain. He was looking up at me, confusion in his eyes.

"You went into my mind," his voice was rough and strained. His eyes exhausted. I nodded looking down at my brother.

"He shouldn't have told you that Damon, you can cry," I said confidently and I held out a hand to my brother to help him up.

Damon's eyes narrowed and his face went cold and hard as stone. He got up, slowly by himself and turned his back to me. He changed into his crow form and left without another word. Leaving me standing up on the roof alone.

Leave me alone, brother, Damon's voice whispered in my mind.

Never, I told him back, smiling into the darkness and I went back inside.

There's going to be more of this story later, sorry if it was kind of bad, I wrote it quickly and I'm not completely happy with it. Please review and tell me what you think!