He tried his best. He really did.
But he couldn't do it anymore…
His nightmare already blended into his reality, and what enhancement he has only made it worse.
Even his room already looked like the room he had in his old mansion.
Insanity seemed to catch him already…
|Stefan's Diary: The Unforgiven|
By Sapphire09
VI. Broken
He always said he loved me… I was his pride and I must always listen to him, he would often say.
I couldn't forget his words, as he pushed me down… His whispers… His breath against my neck…
I can hear his words echoing inside my head, even now—up to now.
(Another sentence, but the whole sentence was blacked out)
"I love you, Stefan," he had said.
"You are my beloved son," he said, his lips so near my skin.
"But don't you ever again, never again, question me," he commanded, before there was pain.
"You are not Damon," he said, before the pain renewed.
"So you are to… obey," and there was another pain, burning on my skin.
And then, there was a great pain, more painful than anything. I couldn't feel anything else but that burning feeling, and I thought he would really kill me…
I remember thinking if he was trying to rip me into two.
Stefan stopped his writing, as his memory seemed to become even more real than before. As he thought, he couldn't write it…
Exhaling a shaky breath, he took another paper and wrote whatever crossed his mind, in attempt to disperse his fear. But still, it lingered.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm tired.
I can't keep doing this.
It's enough—
Please…
Why are you still here?
Why I still see you?
What more do you want?
I don't want to see anymore…
Please… kill me.
