Here's a story I've been working on for a while. It was suppose to be a one shot but I decided to split it up into a few more chapters. It's a really sad story but I plan on making it happier as it progresses, I'm new at writing fan fiction so I'm not sure if it's any good. I hope you enjoy it though!

Time could mean many things to many people.

To some the hourglass of their existence was forever frozen, allowing them to have an unlimited source for the taking.

To others every grain of sand was precious yet fragile, once their hourglass grew empty and cessed to exist so would they, nevertheless it aloud insignificant souls to make differences in the world simply by being at the right place at the right time.

But what if you were at the wrong place at the wrong time? Or for instance someone you loved was? How can you possibly go on when their death may or may not be partly your fault?

Could time be as dark and unforgiving as it is light and good?

Her fingers gently glided across her mother's face, they were stained with blood.

"You'll be okay." She said confidently, "I can fix this."

She slid her wrist open swiftly and placed the bleeding wound in her mother's mouth, while lifting her head so the dark liquid could easily go down.

Once a decent amount trickled down her throat she pulled back to gather the frail little body in her arms, unconsciously she started rocking them back and forth.

"This is going to work." Her raspy voice whispered. "You're going to wake up."

Silence slowly enveloped them in the small room, all heartbeats were absent.

Why isn't she waking up? My blood should be working by now.

In a flash she retrieved the first aid kit, found in her mothers bag, grabbed the needle and sunk it into her neck without hesitation until it was filled with her blood.

"This is going to work." she repeated. "This has to work."

As tears ran down her cheeks she plunged the filled vile into her mother's heart and then roughly threw it away, waiting for a response that wasn't taking place.

"Mom! Please you need to wake up." she cried.

"Mommy!" her quivering voice echoed throughout the room.

"Wake up. You need to wake up." Her arms gathered around the lifeless body, trying desperately to fix its broken form.

"Come on. You need to wake up. You need to see me graduate."

She gently picked up her mother's hand and began to rub it. "I swear I'll get you out of this town and I'll find you a nice man and..." a whimper escaped her mouth. She buried her face into the hand that no longer held a pulse and let out excruciating sobs of pain. The agony that erupted through her body was crimpling and unbearable.

"No." She weakly croaked. This couldn't be happening. She could not lose the one she loved the most in the world. She needed to fix this! But what more could she do?

Her eyes traveled down to the broken body that lay in her arms, the answer to her own question was clear.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing else could be done. It was over.

"Caroline?" a distance voice called. Slow footsteps were slowly leading their way to the living room.

"Caroline?" the voice called once more.

She felt the presence rooming threw her home but she could not make herself react, her body was numb as if it was disconnected to her mind, as if she was no longer the one controlling it. It was as if she couldn't feel, like she didn't have a care in the world.

Stefan gasped as he saw the scene unfolding before him.

Silas had struck again. Hitting home.

He warily approached his best friend who was slowly rocking Liz in her arms. As he came to stand before her, he saw that her eyes were blank, looking through him as if he wasn't even there.

Slowly he grabbed her face in his hands and forced her to look into his eyes.

"It's going to be okay."

No response was seen. She stayed completely still; the light in her eyes was completely gone. It was clear that his loving best friend was not the one found behind those icy blue eyes at the moment.

"Caroline listen to me, turning it off won't help anything."

At his words Caroline's eyes fixed on his and then landed on her mother who was still tucked under her grasp. Slowly, the numbness that spread across her skin, that enabled her to feel, started disappearing until a fresh jab of pain shot through every ceil in her body which led her to cry out in desperation.

The hands that held her face made their way behind her back and enveloped her into a hug. She buried her face in his neck and sobbed for what felt like hours.

"W- We need to s-save her." She said through sobs. "Please Stefan."

His silence confirmed what she already knew.

You couldn't save what was already gone.

Her hands weakly shoved against his chest until he releases her, they then traveled down to caress her mother's now cold hands.

"We can't leave her here." said Stefan, softly.

Tears continued to flow down her face, as she managed a slight nod.

"I know."

The days that passed after that dark and unforgiving night all but blurred together, numbness had once again taken over Caroline but not in the same way as that cruel night.

Her humanity switch had turned off without her realization for a slip second and all the pain had gone away and had been replaced with a numb sensation. Even in her dark state she knew she needed to feel humane; it was a part of who she was. She refused to become a careless monster, she refused to lose herself, it wouldn't happen, she wouldn't go down that road which led her to turn it back on immediately, inviting the pain back in once again.

The service took place 2 days after her mother's death. Elena and Bonnie had been by her side the whole time, offering her reassuring words but she didn't want to hear any of it. Call it denial if you will, but all she wanted was to have her mother back, to feel her in her arms, to be happy again.

She was in no mood to hear the town's sympathies, to hear their speeches regarding her mother. She couldn't bare it because this whole thing, her mother's death was not something she could accept any time soon. So half way through the service she left, ignoring the town's eyes as she marched out the door, ignoring Elena and Bonnie who were right on her trail.

"Caroline, we'll take you home." said Bonnie, who was a few feet behind her in the parking lot with Elena at her side.

"Or you could come crash at the boarding house." murmured Elena. "You probably don't want to be near all the memories…"

Caroline stopped abruptly and stood still. Her legs were slightly shaking in her black heels. She could hear Elena slowly approaching her.

"Please Care, say something."

She slowly turned to face her best friends. Their eyes were filled with concern, she knew all they wanted to do was help but honestly what was she supposed to say? For once in her life, she was speechless.

"What am I supposed to say?" She sounded broken even to her own ears. "That the fact that my mother is dead is my fault?" Her voice was getting louder with every word.

"She's dead because of me Elena!" Tears spilled over her cheeks, her breathing became rapid to the point where she was gasping for oxygen she didn't need.

"Caroline." a soft voice said from behind Bonnie. "It's not your fault."

She fixed her eyes on Stefan, and shook her head slightly. "It is absolutely all my fault."

"Care no." murmured Bonnie. "Silas did this, not you."

"She's right. It is not your fault." As Elena spoke she slowly began to approach her.

Caroline stepped away from her advances, her vision was now blurry, and her head was pounding as the sobs continued to rack her body.

"I-I need to be left alone."

Elena took yet another hesitant step forward. "Please Care, let us help you."

"Leave me alone!" she shouted hysterically, she then ran away as fast as her vampire speed could take her. Letting the pain and guilt take over once again.

"She won't be able to jump back from this." whispered Bonnie. "I'm afraid she's going to end up destroying herself."

Stefan and Elena shared a knowing look.

"We're not going to let that happen."

Once the three figures slowly left the parking lot, she reached into her purse and pulled out her cellphone.

She was going to follow Matt's advice. She was going to do the right thing for once even if she didn't like the blonde controlling cheerleader, she was going to call the one person who would really stop at nothing to help her. Maybe if she did this he would forgive her for destroying the last remaining doppelganger blood, she doubted it. But hey may as well try since she's trying to be a good person and all.

"What do you want?" he practically growled.

"It's Caroline."

An intake of breath was heard from the other line.

"What happened?"

"Her mother was attacked and killed."

"How is she?" his voice was filled with concern, something she wasn't use to hearing.

"How is she? " He repeated impatiently.

"Not good. I don't believe her friends will be able to save her this time."

"I'm on my way."

I hope it wasn't too bad. Please leave a review and tell me what you think! Is it worth continuing?