Epilogue
Klaus
When I was a young boy I loved heights, I loved jumping from them, I loved climbing them and I loved the rush I got when I looked at the views from how high I got. I broke bones and sprained joints but that never stopped me.
That all changed the day we found my brother Henrik at the base of a cliff. He had attempted to climb my favourite mountain which was also connected to my favourite swimming hole, the police assume that he slipped and fell, my mother never forgave me and that was the day my father first hit me.
Mikael was a sadistic man but everyone adored him, no one saw what happened behind closed doors and no one saw the marks that adorned my back. I was 17 when I found out the true reason behind Mikael's feelings towards me. Henrik may have been the reason that he began his assaults on me, but it was because my mother was a slut, a no good rotten whore! When Mikel was on business trips and my siblings were in the care of our house keeper, she would go and see a man, we did not know his name, nor did we know what he looked like, but as it so happens this man is my true father. Mother says that by the time she had found out that she was with child had had moved on, but I think that he couldn't face up to that fact that he had made a child.
The day I turned 18 was the day I left my childhood home in London. Do I miss it? Sometimes. Will I ever go back? Not if I can bloody help it.
Caroline
During my teenage years I lost my best friend, she was more like a sister to me. Katherine and I had been close since her father left in primary school and when mine left at the beginning of our first year of high school we bonded. I am not sure what happened to cause the events leading up to her passing, it is mostly a blur. It was like she was fine one minute but then in the beginning of our last year of high school she fell in with the wrong crowd and eventually became addicted to drugs.
I held out hope for so long that I would eventually get my best friend back, I spoke to her but all that achieved was her getting pissed at me then going and shooting up with her 'boyfriend'. Eventually I went to her mother but all that got me was a door slammed in my face, Mrs Peirce was a woman stuck in her own world and was in denial about her daughter's condition.
Everything changed the day my mother got a phone call about a suspected overdose in some rat infested hotel on the outskirts of town. I never expected for it to be Katherine and from that day forth I vowed to make those men pay, pay for what they had turned my best friend into. So after high school I went to university with the intention of studying law but that didn't pan out so well and I began writing everything down into journals. Those journals became the basis for my first book 'Written in Blood' I wrote under the pseudonym Katy Mars. I never expected the book to become a best seller but most of all I never intended to become a famous author. It was through those books that I reaped justice on those men.
The death of my friend was what initially drove me from my beloved hometown of Mystic Falls but I lost contact with my mother and any other friends which I had.
I have no reason to return to my hometown and the longer I am away from there, the longer I am able to keep the memories of her away. They visit sometimes when I have nightmares but I cope through writing and until there is a real reason for me to return to the gloomy town I will never go back. Ever.
