Carly felt the nerves in her stomach acting up. She was moving back home. After years if being away from Mystic Falls. Her heart hurt. Jenna needed help with Elena and Jeremy. While Elena was coping better, Jeremy seemed to be getting worse. Jeremy and Carly had always been so close. Jenna was hoping her being back home would help.

Carly hasn't been home full time since she was 16. 5 years. Her parents had sent her to a performing arts school in Manhattan. They had said they wanted her to follow her dream of being a dancer. Carly knew better. It was because of what she was. She had tried to control it for so long. But she was who she was. She knew it was her father who insisted that she be sent away. Grayson could never accept her. Miranda never made him try.

She had over heard them talking. The night they had walked in on her for the last time. They loved her just the same. But they didn't want her influencing their other children. Especially Elena. They didn't say it, but it hung in the air unsaid. Her mother had found the Arts school where she could get her diploma and continue with her training. Maybe it was her associating her passion with heartbreak and soon she had abandoned her performing arts program at NYU for a different venture. She never got to tell them about it.

It made her heart ache. Her parents, especially her father, kept her at arms length from then on. Miranda had tried more, but Carly knew she didn't let Grayson know. It was like he wanted her alienated. She came home for Christmas only. She never felt like she belonged with her family. Her parents always seemed relieved that they had Elena. She was the daughter of their dreams. Carly was just their first attempt.

It made her want to die that she would never have closure with her parents. She would never be able to tell them how they hurt her. How they should have embraced her for who she was. How they should have loved her as much as her siblings. She looked at her face in her hand mirror. Her sea green eyes were sad. Her long dirty blonde was piled ontop of her head in a top knot.

She took a sip of her Jack and Ginger wishing the flight wouldn't end. How in the hell was she going to help put her brother and sister back together when she herself was so damn broken?