A/N: HIYAA! wow I haven't been on this site in a long long long long long time. Jeez it's been ages. I'm currently working on re-vamping my profile and all of my stories so if anything isn't there i'm re writing it or just think its plain shit.
I've been having major Klaroline feels hence this story. It was originally posted on another site but I thought it would work better as a TVD fanfiction. idek anymore. but I should probably get on with this because thats what you clicked on.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own The Vampire Diaries, if I did Klaroline would have already been together (or at least kissed cough cough).
The poem is also not mine nor do I claim it to be.
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A bullet
It delivers
A crushing blow
Yet it feels
Nothing
It renders
The final verdict
With numbing callousness
It senses
No pain
It knows
No guilt
It experiences
No empathy
Instead
It is lifeless
A tool
Awaiting direction
From the killer
The one who decides
While it sits
Ever silent
Never wavering
Not knowing
Its fate
Or its victim
Or why
It could be anyone
MLK
JFK
A little girl
It cares not
Like a caterpillar
It waits
For transformation
For motion
And then
Impact
Destroying
Dreams
Hopes
Lives
Creating
Fear
Hate
Worry
It lives
A life
Singularly focused
On death
Poised
Then delivering
Death
Of a life
Remorseless
In its travels
Stochastic
Random
Chaotic
In its delivery
The executioner
Without a hood
Without a conscience
Without feeling
Without anything
Resembling humanity
Only inevitable death
Just like life.
As she sat there in the corner of that dark and cold room, legs pulled into her chest, silently crying leaving little tear stains on her denim clad legs. I've been so stupid, Caroline thought to herself. She couldn't believe she had actually trusted someone like him. The outcome of the scenario she found herself in was quite obvious to anyone and everyone but of course love had blinded the young foolish girl.
She traced around all the little scars and bruises along her delicate arms and legs, some of them more recent, and when she closed her eyes it was like all the memories came flooding back. She could still feel their fists and booted feet all over her body as the sounds of her own screams mixing with their laughter echoed through Caroline's mind.
She knew it wouldn't be long know, She knew they would do it. She didn't exactly give them any reason for them to keep me alive. If there was one thing Caroline was it was loyal and there was no way she would sell out any of her family like that. It's not like her father cared. He wouldn't come for her either and they knew that. They knew he wasn't one to feel. He didn't give a damn about her. He knew this was Caroline's fault, after all she had broken the only three rules she had to abide by.
"No please don't, don't hurt her!" She heard a familiar voice shout from somewhere outside of the room. She knew it was time. Caroline heard some more shouting and a moan in pain as the muffled footsteps itched closer towards the door. The door opened and the footsteps came even closer until she saw the same blood stained boots as a few days prior.
She dared to lift her gaze from the man's shoes and sneak a glance at his face as one final tear slipped down her cheek. Sure enough she was looking straight down the barrel of a gun.
I should slow down now. If I'm going to tell you a story I should probably start from the beginning. Yes, the beginning where everything was perfect. Before he betrayed my trust and broke my heart. Before he broke me.
A/N: So that was it. Hope you liked it! I realise this is really short and that is only because this is a short prologue, all further chapters will be a lot longer in length and obviously more depth into the story.
If you liked it remember to review! It really encourages me to keep writing and really brighten my day :) constructive criticism is welcomed.
Sophie Elizabeth xx