Diary,
hmm...why hello. I am Meredith Sulez. This is silly, why am I introducing myself to an in-
animate object? And why did I just write that down? Oh right, I remember now, the whole point
of having a diary was to have a place to 'record' your thoughts.
But this diary looks thin to me, how would I record my thoughts and experiences here?
To be honest, I am not even thoroughly convinced that I should have one. For you see, my dear
stack of bound paper, a friend of mine's dairy literally caused her death. Well, not exactly. But it
definitely played a part in the series of events that led to it. I won't be going into full detail, that
can be found in the joint diaries of Elena Gilbert and Bonnie McCullough, which I am quite certain
will someday be another treasured memorabilia in Fell's Church. Which brings us to the reason for
your existence: These past few days I have been wondering, what was to become of my memory
after I am gone?After everyone reminisces about them and makes me sound like a saint in my service,
what then?
I had never been one to seek attention, for a reason or two. That only came with being bestfriends
with the former queen of Robert E. Lee. Though that is not something I will ever regret. Quite honestly if it
weren't for my friends—a blue-eyed white knight, a witch, a vampire and the Queen— I'm pretty sure my
life would have been completely uninteresting and vapid, to the point of being down right depressing.
I love them all dearly and would do anything for them. How cliché sounding, I should probably re-write
this entry before I die.
Hmm...I should probably just put what had happened to me during the day,as in a journal
this entry is too long and this diary wouldn't last me a week if I carry on like this.
Cheers.
P.S.
You can view my use of words as metaphors at your own discretion.
Unless you're a resident of Fell's Church.
Meredith put the diary down by her bedside table and looked at it, somehow satisfied. She ran her hand through her dark hair as she mentally ran a list of things she was going to do tomorrow:
Head over to Bonnie's, visit Margaret, find a way to clear Matt's name.
After that, she sat at the edge of her bed and looked out of her window. Bonnie came over that afternoon, with the details of Elena and Matt's departure. She was already wishing for their return.
Meredith knew that Bonnie was always worried these days, she also knew that her worries were justified:strange things were always happenning in Fell's Church and some of its protectors had gone to a find a missing member of their group. But in their absence, Meredithw as determined to watch over Fell's Church and Bonnie—which would require less effort without the presence of the very real threat known as Damon Salvatore.
She did acknowledge the fact that he had saved their lives but she also acknowledged the fact that he has killed and hurt innocent people and was not the least bit contrite about it.
As she leaned back against her headboard, she found herself musing over how her resolution will be challenged upon his return. She has noticed Bonnie's newly discovered valor, and she knew there was no longer much she could do once Bonnie set her sights on Damon.
Meredith sighed, put her head on her pillow and turned off the lamp.
In the end it was all going to be Bonnie's choice, Meredith would not share her thoughts or dispense advice unless it was asked for or absolutely necessary. She grinned drolly at the ceiling, And yet somehow there was still someone that wanted to see me cut my tongue to pieces with garden shears.