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Memories

Damon entered the boarding house's basement and sighed. Stefan couldn't have given him a more cruel task. He looked around, analyzing the work that had to be done. That entire floor was filled with trash that had accumulated throughout the generations of Salvatores. Boxes and bags were scattered on the floor, covering every inch of wood that could be seen. He kneeled down and opened the first box. The first item to come up was an old diary of his. No one knew about it, not even Stefan. It was one of those things he just couldn't tell anyone because he was ashamed but at the same time he couldn't bring himself to throw away. He felt the corner of his lips turning up as he opened it on the first page.

Mystic Falls, January 7th, 1850

Dear Diary,

My mother thinks I should write more, as my teacher said, and i quote "this boy has talent, he should work on it". I disagree. Why would I want to write? I have no stories to tell and I am most definitely not a poet, so there is no point to it. However, mother says that if I don't she won't let me go for a ride tomorrow, so here I am, ranting on and on about nothing.

What do you write about in a diary? I think I should tell you about my day. I remember mother saying something about that. Well, let's see… I woke up, had breakfast, fought with my father - he thinks I have to work harder for school, but I think it's pointless. I will never do anything that has to do with the landscape of Mystic Falls, so why should I learn about it? -, told my brother about this legends of night creatures that suck out your blood, had lunch, my mother gave my this diary, I helped my Father organize the library, had dinner and here I am, writing.

Ok, I think I've written enough.

Damon Salvatore

He laughed, remembering the day he had written that. He had been so annoyed that everyone wanted him to do things he knew he would never use that he couldn't help but write about it. He still thought he was right. Knowing Mystic Falls' landscape never helped him, not even when he was still human. He flipped the little book's pages forward, curious to see what he had written after that. There were many drawings, mostly of his little brother and him, but a couple of his father being strangled, until finally he reached an entry.

Mystic Falls, March 13th 1851

Dear Diary,

My mother found out that I'm not writing and demanded that I started at once, so here I am, writing, in a beautiful Saturday afternoon, when I could be out there showing my brother how to mount a horse.

I still don't have anything to write about, though I did have plenty of things to draw about. School still sucks, my Father still thinks I should work harder and my mother still thinks I'm not investing in my talents. Oh, and my brother is still the only one in this household who is actually entertaining. Right now he is running around out there, having fun, while I'm here, stuck inside with this pencil and this booklet with nothing to write about. I just hope this is the last time.

Ok, moving on to my day. I woke up, had breakfast, took my horse for a ride, had lunch, helped my brother learn how to climb on the back of a horse and fought with my mother. This hardly ever happens. She's a really easy going woman, contrary to my Father. He doesn't get along very well with me, but he really likes my brother. I can't really tell if it's just because he's younger or if he really does like Stefan more than he likes me, but I don't care. I don't like him, either.

Now I'm going to go outside and have fun, something I should have been doing all the time I was here writing about nothing.

Damon Salvatore

He didn't recall writing that entry. It was the last one on the diary. It's other pages were filled with drawings and some of them, mostly in the end, had been torn out. He had never been very fond of it. It was a pity, though, because he really wanted to read more. Everything had happened so long ago he couldn't remember it well, though some key moments were imprinted in his memory, even though he wanted to forget most of them. Realizing that he had completely forgotten that he needed to finish his task, Damon turned his attention back to the box he had been rummaging through.