This is going to be a dark Fanfiction, I am trying to put in perspective the emotions of the over looked characters of Vampires Diaries. I'm not trying to be cruel to anyone's favorite characters I'm just trying to make it make sense. In Vampire Diaries both Matt and Bonnie disappear for episodes at a time barely being mentioned so I am trying to show how they react to all of those events going on around them.

Trigger Warning : Self Harm, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Behaviors, Mentions of Depression and Alcohol/Drug Abuse.

"You don't need magic Bonnie you just have to be better than I was at CPR." Matt said.

He soon tossed his phone on the towel he had placed out. He became to wrap the vest around himself, thinking back to that summer ago. It felt like so much time had passed considering everything that happened; everyone was so much older now. He was older, when his mother spilt and Vicky passed all the adult responsibilities were shoved into his lap. They continued to pile over the months, and it wasn't helpful that his mother was never very good with dealing with money. He thought back to a better time when they were happier, carefree, not worry for their lives.

The sun harsh rays beated on Matt's forehead sweat clench to it desperately. He sighed, wiping it with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his damp hair, surveying the area. Sounds of laughter, water splashing, and people jumping inside were apparent. He enjoyed the vibrant and carefree environment he didn't mind that he was dragged into this. Bonnie had begged him to join with her. She claimed that it would help him relax and that knowing CPR would be helpful someday.

He chuckled remember that conversation, he couldn't help but think how Bonnie and himself connected. Bonnie and himself were always the out-casted in their group, not in a dramatic way but they were often outshined by others, Bonnie by Elena and Caroline and Matt by Tyler. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly despite the happy atmosphere. He continued to think how Bonnie was always the odd ball of the group, the one cheering Elena and Caroline from the strandlines at the Mystic Fall pageants. He noticed how she was the less outgoing of the bunch, the least chased after. He wondered why, Bonnie had always been beautiful. His musing was cut off by the sound of someone snapping their fingers. He blinked seeing Bonnie, shaking her head at him with a smile. A dazzling one, he shook those thoughts away thinking how this kind of thinking was only because of his breakup with Elena.

"Be careful Matt, I think you'll pop a vein thinking so hard." Bonnie said with a smile. Matt just smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Really, Bon?" He said referring to her teasing. She did so quite often, always having a silly little remark. "Really Matt." She said patting his shoulder, she pulled his arm. "C'mon." She said with a smile. He just smiled as well allowing himself to pulled. She paused, the two standing next to the water. She gasped dramatically pointing at something, being his gullible self Matt turned. He felt himself being pushed into the water, he gasped with surprise. He quickly grabbed onto Bonnie pulling along with him.

The two resurfaced, laughing. Matt splashed her, "You tricked me." He said in mock frustration. She laughed splashing back, "I did, so?" She said raising an eyebrow. Mat swam closer, "I'll show you so." He threaten playfully as he swam through her. She attempted to swim away but he caught her. He grabbed her, tickling her. "Aquatic tickle attack!" He exclaimed. He smiled as her laughs rang through the air. "M-Matt, No. I-I'm sorry, ha ha ha." She said squealing as she continued to giggle.

A whistle was heard the two looked up to see their boss. She tapped her foot, hands on her hip her expression displeased. The two instantly separated, the playfulness gone. "Am I interrupting something?" She said in a serious tone. The two shook their hands saying in unison, "No ma'am." "That's not what I saw. I'll let it slide but no more incidents, understand?" She said. The two nodded. "Yes Ma'am" She nodded, walking off. As soon as she was out of sight Matt and Bonnie erupted into giggles. "Someone's got a stick up their ass." Bonnie said. Matt nodded, "I know, she is always grumpy."

Matt understood his role, he was just a small insignificant part of the dramatic saga that Elena and the Salvatores had dragged the whole town into. Matt wasn't stupid in was becoming increasing clear how this story would play out. He was merely a background character in the only story of his life, he was the boy in the background watching as the world he had lived in all his life crumple around him. He was desperate to grab onto something anything that remained and that something was Vicky.

Vicky was ironic the most stable thing for him in his life, but the big word was that, was. She was gone, but he had the chance to get her back. To see her again, to hear her again, to talk her, that's what he needed, that's what he had to do.

A small part that resided in the corner of his mind wanted this for a different reason. A small part of him just wanting it to end, the pain, and the empty spot in his heart to just go away. That void in his chest that grew every time he thought about Vicky, his mother, how things once were. The void was getting so big he wondered whether it would just swallow him. Something he wondered if anyone would nothing if it did. He flirted with the thought of suicide; it was the only temptation that remained constant in his now dull lifeless eyes. He would lay awake with those thoughts most nights, wouldn't how simple it would be.

Matt lay on his bed, it no longer felt as soft as it used to. He no longer found comfort in its warmth. The sheets became serpents in the nights, winding their way about his neck when he had night terrors. Night terrors that were becoming all but frequent, almost each night, he would awake, gasping for air he could never quite catch. He would desperately try and gasp anything about that dream that had left him so breathless; he would always come up empty handed. He was left with nothing each night, he was left alone one his bed staring at the ceiling.

Matt continued to stare at the ceiling, continuing the squares. He had already counted the squares several times. He sighed, thinking. His mind wondered to more morbid places, like it always did at this hour. He thought, dreaming how easy it would be to just take a bottle of pills just slip into the darkness, the comforting darkness. He shook his head; he couldn't do it that way. He couldn't hold a bottle of pills without thinking about Vicky, imaging her face as he held them. He would always wonder if she would encourage or discourage him, considering that she took pills herself he would only be following in her footstep. He thought about drinking himself to death but he couldn't sip a bit of alcohol.

Matt thought about the reaction if he did it. He knew they would grief but that process didn't seem to last as long as it used to. Death in this town was now something they just look over now without a second thought. They were all desensitized, all of them. He doubted that his death would even have an impact just be glanced over like everything else, he would be forgotten because would remember the invisible boy in the background. He was only a background character in his own damned story.

He jumped without hesitation. Almost instantly water rushed into his nose, stinging as it entered his system. His lungs began to scream in protest as though saying air, you need air! Matt's grip loosen on the weight as it slowly fell. His vision began to blur at the edges. He looked out seeing nothing but blue.

He wasn't scared, in fact he welcomed the feeling that the water provided. His thoughts slowed, he assumed it was due to the lack of oxygen circulating through his body. He began to lose feeling in his limbs, he felt more as more weightless. It wasn't long until his body finally shut down. Matt's lips parted as the last amount of oxygen escaped. He surrendered into the darkness. Matt felt surprisingly calm as the darkness embraced like no one would. He was no lingered burdened by emotions that tormented.

Suddenly something pulled him out the water, pulling his limp and lifeless body on the tiled floor. Bonnie desperately began to perform CPR. She prayed to whatever higher power that was still on her side to help her. She continued, pleading. Suddenly Matt coughed, water exited his lungs.

"It's okay, you're okay." Bonnie said with a smile. Matt wasn't smiling, he saw Vicky but she was ripped away again, like everything, she was ripped away.