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Chapter Three: Grievance

It was five o'clock in the morning when I woke up to hear my mother talking to someone, Steve. I think some guy who works at the police department.

Their whispers are like out gun shots piercing my very ear drum and it surprises me how enhanced my hearing as become. I can hear everything within a mile radius yet at times like theses I wish I was deaf to the world, in my own little bubble where nothing and no one can hurt me.

The resent I've now grown for Damon had escalated to a point where I no longer go to the boarding house, I refused to even look him in the eyes knowing he'd only give me a hate filled glare then turn and leave whenever he was around.

I didn't do anything! I wanted to scream at him until he's believed me, until he's realize I loved him no matter what hurt he could do to me. Maybe he just hated the fact that he turned pathetic little Caroline when in truth he probably never really got over Elena. Poor Little Caroline Forbes was always going to be the second pick, the consolation prize, the bronze medal compared to the golden one.

"How did this happen?" I heard my mother ask and the weakness in her voice brought me back to the present time.

"Her neck was broken" and that immediately made me jump up. I turned towards my phone that had hundreds of missed calls from Elena. I was too selfish and annoyed to really answer any of them.

I had one voice mail and getting a strange feeling inside my stomach I pressed and listened.

"Caroline please pick up, the lake house—Tyler! NOOO!" there was a short pause and then there was more screaming clearly crying and then a sickening crack that made me inhale air so fast that when I exhaled tears feel from my eyes. "Tell your little vampire friends that the curse will never be broken now" a strange unfamiliar voice shouted into my phone before laughing and shutting off.

Crushing my phone in my hand I stood from my spot on my bed and escaped through my window not ready to face my mother, I had to see if it had actually happened. Maybe . . . HOPFULLY it was just a cruel, very cruel joke and Elena and everyone else was laughing about it just now but once I was in front of the Gilberts house I knew it wasn't.

I could hear Jenna and Jeremy all the way outside, their tears of grief, their whys and worse of all, their acknowledgement that she really was dead. It was enough proof to make me break down right there and then.

Anger rushed towards me as I felt a gentle hand wrap around me and it only grew until my fangs were bared. "It's only me" Bonnie whispered dragging us away and then pushing me in her car and driving in a direction I was too familiar with.

It had been weeks since I had been in the Salvatore Boarding house and it had been days since I had seen Damon but I ignored him completely as I literally fell from Bonnie's car and walked towards Stefan's inviting hug.

"It's a lie right? She's inside laughing at this joke, please tell me." I whispered closing my eyes my nails digging into Stefan's back in a very uncomfortable way.

He shook his head before pulling away and walking inside. I could smell blood on him and it surprised me I hadn't smelled it before. His gray shirt was showered in blood, his and . . . hers. My best friends.

"We can fix this" Bonnie said grimacing and looking through her grimoire for an answer I was sure didn't exist.

"What happened? I thought no one else knew you two were going away? Wasn't Elijah supposed to protect her?" I croaked closing my eyes and taking a ragged deep breathe.

"He's dead, Tyler knew" came Damon's short lived answer from somewhere in the room but I was too lost in my own thoughts to really acknowledge him. How? This wasn't possible! How? Why? NO!

"NO!" I huffed like I used to as a child. "Stop lying! I mean not even weeks ago was I in her body! I saw her just yesterday! She is not dead!" I stated firmly shaking my head in defiance as if my simple words could stop the effect of death and bring her back to life.

Without her I was nothing but Caroline. My life—Everyone's life radiated around Elena. It was our strange circle of life and I had come to terms with that and right when I had accepted that it was taken away! What brutality, what unfairness, injustice, that's what this is! My best friend is gone when her life was just starting at seventeen!

"Caroline" Bonnie's grave voice brought me back from my mental breakdown. "We'll figure this out! I promise to find a way to get her back" she said her last part aimed towards everyone.

One hour passed and nothing happened.

Two hours passed and nothing happened

Five hours . . .

Six. . .

Two days and I still sat staring into space. My mind unlike my body hadn't yet seemed to accept the reality of the situation. While my body grieved and cried, weakened and paled my mind fought a war against logic simply refusing to believe the inevitable.

Stefan seemed to act normal but I could see under everything he only acted strong for us, Bonnie and I were two complete messes that seemed unclean-able. Adding to the despair would just worsen its effects and thankfully he was strong for us even in those moments where his eyes watered and his chin trembled and he all but wished to leave for the privacy of his room where no one could hear the heartbreak but he stood strong and fought over the feelings. And for that I admired him greatly.

Damon, he was Damon. He was sarcastic, mean, hateful, spiteful and a complete dick.

"I going to call my mom and tell her I'm staying a few more extra days" I whispered as I escaped the dark room into the safety of a darker room where I sat behind a large desk and laid my head in my arms.

"You should go home, no one wants to deal with you" Damon's spiteful voice broke through my covered up sobs and I could only manage a small little weak glare.

"Shut up, a lot of people already hate you; I don't think you need another person on the list" I responded cowering away from him and hiding in the safety of my arms. I wasn't going to let him see me in my weakest state. My resentment had grown too much for that.

"Is this what they call tough love?" I asked blinking away tears.

"This is what they call no love at all" he responded before existing the room and leaving me fighting stronger tears that in the end just won and left me heaving.

"Carol—"

"Hey mom I'm going to be here a few more days okay. I'll talk to you later" I said hanging up the phone before more words could be spoken. "Love you" I whispered right before the dial could sound.

It was supposed to have more action n stuff but I lost my train of thought because sadly I stopped writing it for a while but do not fear I'll get it back!