It was Anna, it had always been Anna. That much was clear to Jeremy now. He had been so close to getting her back, and now he couldn't deny that he had never gotten over her. A phone call to Bonnie had ended that relationship, and while he felt bad, he would have felt much worse leading her on. Now he sat on the rooftop, reverting back to his old ways, a joint between his lips, his head resting on the shingles as he looked up at the stars. He didn't know what to do with himself. Everyone that he loved was dead, dying or in serious danger, and he wasn't sure how much more of this life he could take. The only thing standing between him and suicide was Elena. He couldn't rob her of the last family member she had left, especially not with Stefan the way that he was.
He let out a deep sigh paired with an exhalation of smoke and closed his eyes, trying to bottle up every single one of his complex emotions in the contrived action. He knew that, in the long run, this wouldn't do any good – the pot, the retreating into himself, but for now, it was the only thing he could do to keep himself calm. If he let himself think about everything that was bothering him, he wouldn't be able to function, and he couldn't put that kind of stress on Elena, not with everything else that she was already dealing with.
Jeremy knew that this wasn't normal for someone his age, for anyone, really. He had seen more death and destruction in his sixteen years than most people did in a lifetime, but everyone around him was dealing with the same stuff, and they all seemed to be functioning, so why was it so hard for him? He hadn't lost any more than anyone else, but he felt as though he was the only one that had trouble getting out of bed in the morning for the sheer terror of whatever hell the day might bring. The world that he had been thrust into was defeating him, and he saw no way to fix it. There was no running away from this, no packing a bag, buying a train ticket and pretending that vampires, werewolves, witches and every other demonic aspect of his life did not exist.
With a hefty sigh, Jeremy finished the joint, stamped it out and flicked the dead roach into the gutter where Elena would never find it. He made his way back to the window and slid effortlessly back into his bedroom and into his bed. As he pulled the blankets around him, he closed his eyes, wondering what fresh hell tomorrow would bring.
A/N This is either a oneshot or the beginning of something longer...what do you guys think? - PietasterSkeletone