I do not own any characters from the Vampire Diaries, any actors, any places. I own only the clothes on my back and my original characters (this includes Kara Morgan, Richard Gregory, Claudia DuFry, and some other characters that will come in later.) Oh, and the ideas and non-TVD storylines that take place within the confines of this fanfiction. And I own the koalas. All of them.
There are two sides to her. Beautiful, kind, caring, popular, the side that everyone sees. Then there's the side that she tries so hard to hide. The one you resurfaced. The berserker.
Prologue
Dearest,
I wish I could be the person you knew in the beginning. Surprise! I do actually remember. I remember with such clarity that it haunts me nearly every moment of every day. The only time I don't think about it is when I'm 'raging out', as you call it. Do you understand now why I was always angry? I knew I couldn't be that person again, and that no, we'd never be able to love each-other the way we had. I couldn't stand the thought of you figuring it out.
There are some things that we have no power to change, no matter how we try (destiny, my mother's mind, us) and there are things that we have no power to keep the same (body temperature, mountain formation, me.) I'm never going to be myself again. I wasn't meant to. The one thing I expect you to understand is that.
I'm not going to tell you where I am. I don't want you to find me.
With my deepest sympathies and my deepest love,
Yours.
