Caroline drags the brush slowly over her golden locks. She examines herself, turning side to side. She's pretty enough, not ugly by any chance. Her eyes are a pretty blue and her hair is always nice enough. But maybe that's all there is to her. Maybe she's only "nice enough," but never amazing or spectacular. Caroline's gotten her fair share of compliments through out her life. She's called "cute" and "a nice girl". She's "good at gymnastics." But she knows she can never compare to Elena, the beautiful girl with tan skin, great at gymnastics, never a hair out of place. She always has a boyfriend.

Maybe that's why Damon left me, Caroline thinks. I was just a play thing to him, can't compare to Elena, who Caroline had caught Damon looking at more than a time or two. Caroline wiped a tear from her cheek sitting on her pink bathroom carpet. I was never good enough for him. She tried to forget him alright, given away everything that reminds her of him. But it's not enough. She can still feel his smirk against her neck, marking her with his pride. She remembers his soft whisper against her ear when he snuck up behind her and the way he could be so gentle one second and rough the next. She could never figure him out.

Caroline sighed, turning out her bathroom light and making her way to bed. Maybe tonight will be different. She won't dream of him, she won't wake up feeling like he was just in her room a second ago. Tonight, she won't let him cross her mind, won't wish for him at 11:11. Tonight, Damon Salvatore and Caroline Forbes would cease to exist.

Her dream started out the same as always. She walks towards his looming mansion, but it's deathly silent. The only sound is the soft padding of her feet as she walks towards the basement. She hears whispers of her name against her cheek. "Damon?" She calls out, turning a corner.

"Caroline." She hears his voice, and makes her way towards him. She's always reluctant towards this part but it always happens the same way and she knows how it ends. Because it's how her life is, no matter what happens she will always let Damon back in, she'll never turn her back on him, never stop wanting him. She walks towards him and peers into his cell.

"Damon."

"Caroline, let me out of here." Caroline looks into his eyes which gleam silver and constantly seem to make her do whatever Damon wants her to do. Caroline shakes her head slowly; filling tears run down her face as she reaches for the door. She looks up at Damon once again as her hand touches the door, ready to turn it. "Caroline, open the door!" His voice is almost persistent here, but Caroline detects something else. It's panic, fear, something that had always been in her voice but not Damon's; He was the one in control. Well, not this time. Caroline was tired, tired of being scared, tired of wanting something, someone, she was never going to be good enough for. She took a step back, looking Damon in the face.

"No." She didn't say anything else, just turned her back, ignoring his pleas, and obscenities. She shook her head, a tear running down her cheek. She was finally over Damon. She had freed herself from him and had changed the dream.

Caroline sat straight up in bed, placing her hand against her forehead. She felt sweat trickle down her forehead, and she was hot, so hot. But she was done with Damon. She had finally found the strength to turn her back on him. Caroline lay back on her bed, drifting into a peaceful sleep, knowing Damon would not plague her mind again.