Remake of a story I had on a different site that was too...what's the word I'm looking for...unrealistic?...too childish?...too Mary-Sue?...too high schoolish?

Anyways it was under a different name and I tweaked this one a lot [the other had a lot messed up with it and HAD to be changed hence this new story].

I have grown and things have changed in my life that has changed and influenced my writing style and how my mind works. Therefore in a way I needed an 'upgrade' from the other site.

This will be more dark and in my eyes believable than the original version of this. My other stories on this site will continue...sadly my A Siren and A Hybrid might get erased...I'm not sure yet. But Pop will still be continued. For the readers that haven't looked at my profile, you can find my other stories there and see if they strike your fancy.

It's obvious that no one but the owners of the Vampire Diaries own them. This story has a darker vibe to it and well...its fan fiction and the characters that aren't from the show are my OC's.

Description: Yes this is another 'Elena's twin' but my twist on it. A girl can only take so much. Nina is always in Elena's shadow-her perfect twin. She's skinnier and prettier. Everyone likes her for her compassionate ways and friendly smile. Nina's always been bigger than Elena even though she is involved with the marching band and prone to being a little clumsy. Elena wasn't socially awkward-she was one of the popular people, but Nina is. Elena doesn't have a weak mind but Nina does...Nina's been exposed to the supernatural world where everything is bloody and violent. Elena doesn't have D.I.D. : dissociative identity disorder(previously or better known as multiple personality disorder) but her twin does. On top of Nina's mental problems, she is in fact part of the supernatural world herself, making her feel even more abnormal and un-normal unlike her ever perfect twin sister: Elena Gilbert.

Here is how Nina Lorelei-Marrow Gilbert finds herself and survives everyday life cause not everything is about Elena Marie-Marrow Gilbert.

Chapter 1: Memories and Reflection

Sun filled the room giving a warm orange glow about the normal teenaged room. A girl in her early teens sat up in her queen sized purple bed, smiling from a funny dream about Hitler making zombies and trying to make American's kill themselves. It was safe to say the young girl kicked zombie butt and told Hitler-and his funny mustache-off.

Stretching her arms above her head, the orange glow hit her curly untamed brown locks, making the under layer of those dark hair show a bright red. Almost giving an eerie glow in the morning light.

Wiping the drool from the corner of her lips she slipped from the bed in her barely clothed body to her bathroom she shared with her sister. Being awake earlier than normal she didn't run into her busy twin.

Green eyes looking into the shiny surface of the mirror, scrutinizing over every inch of her almost naked body. Her face was heart shaped and she had almost pout-y lips. The bags under her eyes were caked with black makeup from the day before, being too lazy to wash her face at bedtime, making her look like a raccoon. Even eerily reminding her of the zombies from her dream.

Her green eyes traveled south. Passing what she considered too thick arms that jiggled way more than her perfectly athletic sister. Her tan skimpy ripped camisole hung tight around her large chest but hung loose around her midsection-giving her the illusion of a flatter stomach. Bypassing the low cut blue panties, her eyes hit the most hated part of herself. Her wide hips gave her-what she thought was-a flat behind and there was never a gap between her thighs.

With a sigh and a frown on her once smiling lips, she began to get ready for the day by throwing her wavy mess of long locks in a bun.

She came down the stairs after dressing her body in simple jeans and a red band shirt over her black undershirt with her leather jacket draped over her arm while she looked through her messenger bag. She wanted to be prepared for the day at school.

"Hey sweetie, I made you breakfast," a loving and nurturing feminine voice called to the young girl as she entered the bright and large kitchen. "You sleep okay?" her tone light and showing honest care for the young teen.

Wonderful aromas of her mother's cooking filled her nostrils and made her mouth water. She nodded as she hurried towards the warm plate of French toast and bacon sitting at the breakfast bar, a smile made its way onto her face.

Dumping her things on the barstool next to her, uncaring for it was usually her twins claimed seat, she dug into her food. The brunet mother smiled lovingly at her daughter and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

On her way back to the frying pan, a slightly shorter and youngest brunet boy walked into the kitchen. His bright smile and carefree attitude only added to the happy atmosphere. The mother kissed the boy's cheek and tried(and failed)to tame his shaggy brown locks, saying lovingly,

"Jeremy when was the last time you had a haircut?"

He laughed and started to nibble on bacon as an answer.

A strawberry blonde woman almost the same height as the young teen, while she was in her late twenties, entered the kitchen with a much needed refill of coffee. She smiled at her older sister and proceeded to the coffee pot.

As the mother went back to fixing breakfast, the main attraction came bouncing down the stairs in the red cheerleading uniform. Jacket and bag lay discarded on the counter as she walked with a bounce in her step towards her mother. The loving mother greeted the 5'7 perfectly straight brown hair teen with a proud smile and cupped her cheeks before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Laughter and smiles on everyone. Some held up with false happiness while others carefree and light.

To the lonely girl at the breakfast bar it was shown that she couldn't be like her amazingly perfect sister who could do no wrong.

Then a bump in her arm sent her eyes towards her understanding Aunt. Something must have shown on the teen's face so she shrugged off the jealousness and smiled with her favorite Auntie Jenna.

The image faded and I could no longer feel the love in the air nor the fork in my hand. I began to crave my mother's mouth watering food-especially her famous French toast. But sadness still had its firm grip around my heart telling me my dream way only a memory. I wasn't the happiest but I now know for fact there was a deeper sadness.

Missing time and odd happenings now become the norm. Hair being changed and random piercing after a switch happen a few times. Thankfully nothing too extreme that wasn't an easy fix. Blisters from wearing heels for too long.

The color red is okay but looks nice in my hair, so that wasn't a big deal. And apparently one of my alters thought it was time I had my right upper ear pierced. I bet it was Gwyneth. The hair was most likely Cecilia. I thank the heavens that I switched back in time to stop(Gwyneth, again I believe)from getting a tattoo.

Back when Mom and Dad were alive I wasn't this far gone, not losing time as often but now that they're gone its like something in me snapped...or got awakened.

I'm not sure what the feeling meant and the therapist isn't sure yet either or is letting me figure it out on my own.

Tears no longer came to sting at my eyes at the thought of them now that it has been six months since their passing. My therapist says its because I have gone numb and in the process of dealing with it.

I quickly shut off my alarm before it could sound, having gotten use to waking up early for school. I'm a junior now along with Elena and her ever faithful friends. I trudge my way over to the mirror in the adjoining bathroom I use to share with my twin but she switched with our brother who was on the first level. Jeremy only comes into our adjoining bathroom if someone's in the other one.

He's kept to himself and gets bullied by our sister who tires to 'mother' him.

He's turned to alcohol and drugs while I've just taken to the bottle and cigarettes. But mostly I hide the drinking. The smoking and switching is hard to hide when my alters aren't exactly 'quiet' or 'to themselves' or even 'me'. They dress, talk and have different mannerisms than me. That plus a small town, everyone knows I have D.I.D. [dissociative identity disorder] The wonderful perks of living in a small town where everyone knows no secrets.

Well-except that big one...

Looking in the mirror, not much has changed in my appearance. I'm paler and have to take vitamins for a) my vitamin D deficiency and b)fish oil for my heart to stay healthy. All because the stress has gotten to my body and my health is suffering.

My hair was changed again since then. It now having dark-almost blood red underneath instead of the neon red. At least now it blended more easily. Tilting my head to the left I wiggle the ring in my upper ear thinking, "Yep, still there."

"Really Cecilia!" I mutter angrily as I found my nails painted in her favorite color: blue. Shrugging it off I brush my chaotic locks before pulling it in a messy bun. Quickly doing my eye makeup, I put on my black rectangular glasses before getting ready.

Pulling on dark blue jeans and neon multicolored patchy socks. Running over to my closet, I began to sift through my clothes to find a shirt I want to wear. Sighing, I pull out a stripped gray and black short sleeved t-shirt and a random purple color camisole before pulling off my night shirt. Finding the comfy t-shirt bra, I quickly put it on, then the purple and finally the gray and black shirt. Making sure my socks were straight and the annoying toe-line was on top not crooked, I pulled on my black and white high-top converse. Lacing them up took sometime because they needed to be just right or else I'd have to relace them later on in the day.

Next I find my messenger bag, this one black while the other was a dark brown and had worn out, I began looking through it.

School supplies, check. Water bottle-check-full, double check. Black leather bound journal that's very small yet incredibly thick, check. Reading book, check.

Finally most importantly what will be on my person: Phone, a pack of smokes, purple lighter, and the ipod with white headphones.

Making sure everything is set in the bag, I grab my jacket and black long silk scarf, stuffing my jacket pockets with my nasty habit and its trusted partner in crime.

Sometime later, I found myself catching up on reading the entries in my journal and eating a sugary bowl of cereal while steadily drinking an equally sugary coffee. Not as sugary as the sugar-holic like Cecilia would drink but instead a nice medium that I always find myself drifting towards. Being pulled in many directions makes me always want to settle for the middle ground when I can...If I can.

Looking up at the clock on my trusted phone I had enough time to bake something.

Like every morning I found myself baking...if I was myself that is.

It was a routine of mine to bake desserts and give extras to my twin's friends and sometimes my teachers and therapist. If not, the four of us living here feel like we're drowning in the food.

I wake up. I eat breakfast and read past entries while drinking a cup of coffee. Then I bake and pack it up to either sell at the small bakery in town I work part time at or give them out to people I know. Then I go to school and do my homework at the library before I head over for my shift at the bakery.

Mary Berry's Bakery is owned by a sweet woman in her late forties. She's an average height plump brunet with a loving yet firer attitude. She took a shinning to my baking and told me to work for her. No asking and she doesn't do it in a rude way but she doesn't leave room for 'no'. All in all she's sweet and doesn't mind my alters... In a way she acts like a second Aunt to all of them.

Mary Bell is her name and her husband is who introduced us-well indirectly. His name is Bruce Bell and is my therapist [Its almost sad how small the world is]. After a few years of sessions, he noticed my constant snack to be baked goods. He thought they were from his wife's bakery at first but seeing as they were in tupperware he asked me if I liked to bake. I told him it was a hobby of mine and if he wanted me to bring him some. After the first taste he had, I was tracked down by a plump woman who was very friendly and that's how I ended up working for her.

My therapist also said getting out of the house and being out in the open without too much exposure was good for me. I have a feeling it was his lovely wife who put him up to it. One cannot say no to her and I haven't found a reason to say no to her.

In the middle of prepping for the cookies to come out, about five more minutes till they would be done, my favorite strawberry blonde Auntie came rushing into the kitchen to make another pot of coffee but found it already made and ready to be served.

The tall beautiful woman gave me a smile in gratitude before fixing herself breakfast of a power bar and coffee.

"Hey Aunt Jenna, how did you sleep?" I smiled softly at the munching blonde who was looking at her school papers-some presentation she had to do today.

She nodded and cleared her mouth before replying with a nervous smile, "Barely any but enough I guess. I feel so unprepared. She made it seem so easy raising kids."

My smile falls slightly at the mention of my mom but I had to move on and follow Irene's written advice to me.

"Yeah, she did. We can be a handful..." I trailed off slightly before long it was time to pull out the baked goods. "I had a dream about the good old times..." I opened the hot appliance and with a oven mitt I grab the sheets of cookies.

"Oh?..." Aunt Jenna, mentally kicking herself for mentioning her sister to the fragile one of the mix. Nodding to signal her niece to continue, while drinking coffee, and so I did.

"Mom was really happy when she was alive...and wherever she is...wherever dad is...they're happy and that makes me happy because one day I'll join them," I nodded, putting the trays down and turning off the oven. Turning to look at my lovely Aunt, "So I should make a life that I'm happy to be living so I can tell her how happy I was too before I died."

Before she could utter a response, just a simple proud smile, Elena-with her impossibly straight long brown hair came in making a bee line straight for the coffee.

For the first time in a long time, Elena showed her pearly whites towards me in a nice smile.

"I see you've made your Crack Cookies again," pouring herself a cup of coffee, Elena walked over to the cooling rack on the island to inspect the cookies. "Ooo, chocolate chip this time," she awed at my cookies, when she would only take some when she thought no one was looking.

Yes they were called 'Crack Cookies' because of how delicious I make them and so it wasn't unknown that I baked well. So her not wanting to talk to me for the last few months didn't stop her from enjoying my constant baking treats. But that didn't mean she wanted to praise me so she took them in secret.

So having a completely different reaction from my twin set me off balance a little.

I clear my throat, "Yeah... I made enough for us and your friends."

She smiled and tilted her head, setting her cup down on the counter top. "They can be your friends too if you let them."

I frowned recalling something I read from my male alter. With a wince, I spoke honestly, "Quentin finds your friends hot. Bonnie in particular."

Aunt Jenna lets out a heart filled laugh, trying and failing to keep it back. That was the only sound in the kitchen when Jeremy made his way into the kitchen, snagging a cookie and Elena's cup of coffee.

"Oh boy, that'll be interesting to watch...Crap-I didn't make breakfast and can only make toast. So toast anyone?" Aunt Jenna perked up looking from Jeremy to Elena, seeing as I was up before her she knew I had breakfast already.

Jeremy grunted a 'no' while munching on his cookie and drinking his black cup of Joe. I was busy with bagging and naming each bag to the appropriate person, so Elena took it upon herself to answer.

"Its all about the coffee, Jenna," proving her point by pouring herself her second cup, since the first was snagged, and began adding little sugar and creamer to her coffee.

"You should go soon Aunt Jenna...to beat traffic and stuff to your meeting," I muttered while passing her to go bag of cookies(she gets two because she loves my sweets) and began cleaning up my mess.

She looks at her watch, nods in confirming that I'm right. Elena chimes in, "Yeah we got it from here to get to school."

"Yeah...do you guys have enough lunch money?" Aunt pulls her hair into a low and loose ponytail, before holding up a ten.

Elena and I shake our heads while Jeremy grabbed it and continued to drink his cup of Joe. He nodded his head in thanks while Aunt looked flustered in getting everything together.

"You'll do fine, Auntie. Don't be nervous," I mumble softly while I finished cleaning. She walked passed me, giving my shoulder a squeeze, to put the empty coffee cup in the dishwasher.

"Thank you hun," Auntie waved and hurried off with her things, "Have a good day at school! Call me if you need me!" With that there were only three.

Well that's the first chapter. I'll continue this along with Pop as I can. Don't forget to tell me what you think and review in the box :)

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