The Damned Diaries

by Wittzan

Parker Gilbert has always been the most troubled one in the Gilbert family; the rebel. This caused her to leave and seek out demons that haunted her past. But as she returns to her small, sleepy hometown Mystic Falls, her past slowly begins to resurface for her family. As well as her tendency to fall for the handsome type with questionable moral in a black leather jacket.

1. Prologue

Blood came gushing out, painting the floor red.

The same red of my mother's blouse, the one she'd worn when she held my sister for the first time. The tiny baby delivered from a strange, young woman who'd showed up in the middle of the night, in the rippling rain. One who had stared at me with wide eyes, full of such terror as her hand had clung to her swelling belly.

A ripping spread through my limbs, tore, and a flash of green filled my vision for a moment.

The exact color of green as the traffic light we had sped past, my mother panting in the backseat as her body pushed out a baby boy. A lighter shade had clad the walls of the room she was placed in hours later, the place where I was allowed to hold my little brother for the first time. Having been granted the permission whilst my sister wailed outside in the corridor, I couldn't have felt more special; the oldest of the clan. The one who was granted the knowledge of well-kept secrets.

Secrets. So many of them had edged my life. Hidden agendas, lies told straight into my parents' faces, truths kept to protect both myself and those few I loved.

Darkness crept in from the edges of my sight, consuming everything.

Just like it had during that dark, vile period of my life. The one filled with impossible things, dreadful acts. All which shaped me, made me stronger, but also more malicious. A time only briefly cut off by death not inflicted by me, but instead on those who I cared deeply for. A terrible accident; water filling their lungs; my parents, gone. Although, somehow, there had been hope for my sister also present in the car.

However, the air leaving me now, the lack of it squeezing me dry, wouldn't put me in a coma in a hospital. No, I was going to a far more permanent place. There was no escaping this realm, no matter how much I tried, it was drawing me in.

Its unbearable fire was approaching quickly. It devoured all else; the blood; the flash of pain; past, hidden mysteries; the overwhelming darkness. Soon, all would be hot and I would be nothing but ash. A fate which had long been visible and as clear as day.

After all, I had been damned from the start.