I woke up with a start and looked around before closing my eyes tightly. One hundred and fifty years and the last memory of my brother and father still snuck up on me. It had been a while since the last time, though. Sighing, I opened my eyes and got out of bed. It was time to get up and get through another day. It was just getting harder to find reasons why I should. Frowning at my dour thoughts, I moved over to the window and opened the drapes to let in the moonlight.
"Hello, Mystic Falls," I muttered and then got dressed into my outfit of the day and headed out.
I completely ignored my car and just walked. It was windy and chilly, but I didn't care. I was a vampire afterall. The cold didn't really bother us like it did humans. That was a good thing because I really wanted the crisp, fresh air. It was something to get my mind clear. Well, I planned on trying anyway. Even I knew that would be easier said that done, and it didn't take long for me to fail miserably once I reached the town square. I saw the square and just broke down.
Before I knew it, I couldn't breathe. The tears poured down my face and fell to my knees. The only one who was ever really able to get me out of one of my attacks had been the woman who turned me. She was dead, and now I was alone. Suddenly that was the only thing on my mind. It wasn't how happy I was about being back home, having left after I was turned in 1867. I was happy about that. Or at least, I had been. None of that made a difference at that moment.
Miranda only died two months ago. She was always my rock, a mother and guide when I didn't have any. I lost my real mom when I was a little girl. She was always sick and I didn't have many memories of her when she wasn't . Miranda was the closest thing I ever got. Her death definitely hit me hard and I broke down frequently. I didn't know how to be alone and out on my own. She was all I had, and now I had no one.
"Hey, are you okay?"
I barely registered the words as I struggled to control myself. I felt arms around me, pulling me to my feet. I let the arms lead me off to wherever they were leading me. I didn't calm down until I nearly choked on water. I blinked as I recovered to see nice-looking blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. Yes even I could appreciate that while recovering from a massive breakdown.
"Are you okay?" he asked again. "What some more water? A tub of ice cream?"
"A bottle of Jack Daniels would be great," I said, hopefully.
"While I'm not one to judge or anything but I'm an underage busboy and can't serve alcohol and you don't look like you're old enough to drink."
"You'd be surprised."
He gave me a strange look for a moment, and I stayed quiet. There was no way I was going to tell him I was a vampire. He would either try to stuff me in the loony bin or kill me. One could never be to certain in this sort of situation.
"My name's Matt," he said. "What's yours?"
"Giada Salvatore," I said easily.