Dear Diary,
I have no idea what to think anymore. I'm starting to think that maybe I'm cursed with some kind of horrible luck; you will never believe the awful things that happened today. First, I went to see Caroline in the hospital, because her dad was attacked by Tyler last night. Of course her dad, being as stubborn as always, had apparently been discharged last night and left without calling Caroline. Or so we thought. Caroline called him to find out where he was, and heard his phone ringing in the hospital. We found him in a storage room. Dead. Not just dead, though; he was murdered. With vampire blood in his system. Yeah, that's right; Bill Forbes, vampire hater to the extreme, was becoming what he despised most. It was like John turning into a vampire. Of course, he refused to feed when he woke up, and he died earlier tonight. Caroline is devastated, and I feel awful… her mom is with her.
But that isn't MY bad luck problem of the day. No, I came home with Matt to find my electricity off, and blood soaking my kitchen floor.
Alaric was attacked, likely by the same person who went after Bill Forbes. The worst part was, they were human, so his ring wouldn't save him. Now, don't jump to conclusions; he's alive. But only because I, being a doppelganger and supernatural, had to kill him. I killed Alaric. I had to murder Alaric to save his life!
The worst part was, when I called Damon for support, he ignored my call. Damon Salvatore, who is basically there for me even when I don't want him to be, didn't answer when I needed him most. Honestly, I have no idea where he's been all night. But I have a bad feeling.
The worst part about Alaric being attacked is that we think it was his new girlfriend, Meredith Fell. I feel horrible; I want nothing more than for Ric to be happy. When he finally is close to being happy again, he gets stabbed. The poor guy just can't win.
Then again, this is Mystic Falls. As long as we live here, I don't think any of us can win…
