*** I do not own The Vampire Diaries or any characters of it. All that belongs to me is the plot!***

I could barely open my eyes. The light was too bright. The smell of bleach burned my nose, causing my eyes to water.

"She's awake." I heard an unknown voice say.

Blinking rapidly I opened my eyes and tried to sit up, but something was holding me down.

No, my head was just heave, really heavy. I lifted my right arm and nearly screamed. I had a cast on.

"Help! Someone please!" I tried to scream but it came out as a dull rasp.

"Miss Gilbert. Elena can you hear me?"

I turned my head slightly to the right and saw Dr. Fell, my aunt Jenna's boyfriend.

"Logan?" Again my voice sounded distant and raspy.

"Elena, I need you to rest. You were in an accident."

"No. That was a long time ago. Two year Logan."

I thought back to the night after I turned 16. The night mom and dad died. The night I became an orphan. Maybe I was having a bad dream... I needed to wake up. I didn't want to be asleep anymore.

My head hurt. I lifted my left arm up and touched a rough gauze pad on my forehead. It hurt a lot.

You don't feel pain in dreams...

I began to panic.

"Jenna?" Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Officer Forbes isn't sure what happened Elena. Your aunt hit a tree going 90 miles an hour.

She didn't have her seat belt on..."

He paused, his voice breaking.

I knew what he was going to say, but I didn't want to hear it. It couldn't be true. Not again. She was all I had left...

Violently I sat up.

Tears pouring down my face, from the physical and emotional pain I was in.

"No!" I screamed at him. "You're lying!"

My tears turned to sobs. "Please... please no." I whispered calapsing back onto my hospital bed.

Logan looked at me, and barely managed to choke out the words. "She went through the window Elena. It was to late when the paramedics arrived."

I turned my face from him, and lay, staring at the wall thinking of how alone I had become.

After my adoptive parents Miranda and Grayson died a few years ago, my brother Jeremy started getting in trouble. He was in jail for stealing cars, had been there for about 18 months out of a 5 year stay, and he didn't talk to me anyways. All i had left was Jenna...

I thought about last night, Jenna and I had been celebrating my parents. The two year aniversary of their death was yesterday... we were on out way home from the beach they met at, listening to music... it was so loud. We were laughing and talking about the silly things they used to do...

There was a deer. It came out of nowhere.

And then I woke up here...

How ironic that I would lose my last guardian 2 years to the day of losing my parents...

As I drifted of to sleep I thought of what I would do now...

{2 days later}

Logan drove me to the funeral. I was medically incapable.

I revived a concussion and 12 stitches for my head wound. My right wrist arm was broken and my ribs were severely bruised.

The service was beautiful, exactly what Jenna would have wanted. The judge even let Jer out for 2 hours to be at her funeral.

I didn't even cry. I had no more tears.

After the service I hugged my brother,told him I loved him and went home.

I packed a bag and called a cab.

12 hours later I stepped out of LAX, with a fresh start. No one knew me here.

I could be anyone I wanted.

Goodbye Elena Gilbert. From now on I would be called Katherine Pierce. The name my mother gave me before she gave me up for adoption. I was starting over.

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