09:03 – Mystic Falls Police Station

"Elena?" I whispered to my sister, and beckoned her over to the water cooler, out of earshot of Jenna and Jeremy, "Jeremy doesn't remember what happened to me."

Elena's pupils dilated, and her body jerked. She shot her eyes sharply away from mine, landing upon our brother; I could almost hear the cogs turning. Jeremy was sitting patiently next to our aunt; he was still. Elena hesitantly turned back to me, and huffed out, "What?"

"Jeremy doesn't remember Vicki chowing down on my arm." I whispered back, pointing to my bandaged arm. Elena flinched. She gently pushed my arm down and led me around the corner.

"He's…messing with you. He's sticking to the party line. Practising." Elena uttered, "Or something? I mean, you're not going to tell Sheriff Forbes that, are you? That'll just get everyone in to trouble. You'll get into trouble for lying."

"What if it's important? It might help the police to know that the missing girl is also known to dabble in extra-psycho drugs, she could hurt someone else, Elena."

"She's not missing. She was here, and she was fine, and she told Jeremy that she was leaving town, not to look for her, she's gone. She's not-"

"So, what? She's not our problem anymore? Now that she's bailed? What if Jeremy took what she was on, and it's causing some memory loss thing? What if he flips out?"

"You're being ridiculous." Elena whispered harshly, "Vicki has left, of her own accord. Jeremy is fine. He's just…he needs a minute to get over her. If you tell them what actually happened that night, you're just getting our brother into trouble, and us, and it's about time Jeremy started fresh. So, let's just put this to bed, okay?"

I nodded, and she walked away from me, settling down beside Matt. I was unsettled by her sketchy, removed tone, and couldn't shake the conversation I'd overheard that night; I couldn't piece it together, it was all just…weird. Sheriff Forbes asked us all to come in individually, and grilled us about our last interactions with Vicki. I told the Sheriff that all I knew was that Matt had been constantly worried these past few weeks, Vicki had dipped in and out of contact with him, and her behaviour didn't seem to be out of character. I believed that she had bailed, of her own accord. There was no foul play.

11:14 – Gilbert House – Living Room

"You're wallowing." Jenna uttered as she slumped down next to me on the couch, offering over her massive bowl of chips.

"Am not." I uttered back and took a handful.

"Yes, you are. Why? Why are you wallowing?" Jenna asked, stuffing too many into her mouth at once.

"I'm not. You are." I scorned, half-heartedly. I'm wallowing because I got rejected and I can never show my face in the light of day ever again. I kept repeating every stupid thought I'd spilled that night, over and over again. And to Tyler?! Okay, I'd known the guy since I was – this tall – and I guess he was hot in his own special obnoxious way, but he was not confidante material! Stupid, Ro. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

"My wallow is legitimate." Jenna contested, "I was dumped."

"Yeah well, Logan's a jerk." I uttered, "Your wallow was inevitable."

"Hey!" Jenna scoffed, and sat up to make her point, "You didn't just get a brush off email saying, 'I'm leaving town see you'. Be nice. I'm feeling delicate."

"Do you think I'm an asshole?" I asked abruptly.

Jenna almost spat out her chips as she chuckled and waffled, "What?"

"Wanna keep it down over there?" Jeremy sighed from behind us.

Aunt Jenna and I exchanged a puzzled glance before pushing ourselves up and turning to face him. Jeremy was sat at the breakfast bar doing…well it looked like he was doing…

"Why?" I asked cautiously.

"What are you doing?" Jenna asked.

"Homework." Jeremy stated matter-of-factly.

"Since when do you do homework?" I asked tentatively.

"I gotta finish this, I'm way behind and I have a quiz tomorrow, so…" Jeremy sighed.

"What do you think?" Jenna asked me, "Alien?"

"Some sort of replicant." I replied seriously; it was the only logical answer here.

"He can hear you." Jeremy scorned.

"That's…too big to deal with right now, tell me your thing." Jenna uttered to me.

"I have no thing." I shrugged.

"You have a thing."

"Okay, do you have all day, because I have all day and I have no thing-" I argued back.

"But you never sit down. You're always buzzing around." Jenna contemplated, "Why am I being quizzed on how assholey you are?"

"My…arm is sore." I uttered pathetically and rose up, stating I was away to take a leaf out of Jeremy's book and start my own homework. In truth, my arm hadn't stung for a while, but to keep up the charade, I needed to keep it bandaged for a while. I spent the rest of the afternoon watching Halloween YouTube videos on fake scars, and practicing on my other arm.

08:50 – Mystic Falls High School

"Rose-" I heard Tyler utter. My eyes shot up to clock him, and then immediately skidded back to the ground; my heart pounded in my ears. Luckily, my Math class was in sight. I feigned ignorance and ducked inside, fiercely staring down at my desk.

"How was your weekend?" Adam asked, parking himself down at the desk in front of me.

"Fine. Quiet." I uttered and rummaged around in my backpack for my textbook.

"Did you…get a chance to-" Adam uttered.

I plucked my answers out of my notebook and passed them over to Adam without a word, who grinned and started furiously scribbling.

"Tyler wants to talk to you, he asked me to tell you. Ro? He's loitering awkwardly at the door, trying to make eye contact with you. What did you do to that boy?" Natalie scoffed and sat down behind me.

"Hey, babe." Adam grinned at Natalie as the bell finally went. Okay, Tyler should have sauntered away by now, but I'm still not risking looking at the door.

"Suck a dick, Adam." Natalie scorned and rose from her seat to snatch my answers back from him, "Don't help him. He doesn't deserve it. He totally dropped me in it! You're so lucky you weren't at Caroline's party. I am in a world of shit with my dad."

"Are you for real?!" Adam groaned, "What was I supposed to do?"

"Um, not sell me out?" Natalie scoffed.

"So, lie to a police officer, as you're obviously chucking your guts out in a bush." Adam rolled his eyes.

"Say I ate a bad quesadilla!"

"You reeked of tequila."

"Whatever. Adam. Turn around. No one's talking to you." Natalie scorned, "Rosie, did you get a look at the new history teacher? He is smoking hot."

"Guys-" I uttered to deaf ears.

"Can you turn around please?" Natalie scorned at Adam, "We are trying to have a conversation and it does not concern you."

"You're acting like a toddler. It's got nothing to do with Ro. She's my friend too." Adam scoffed.

"Are you serious? You are equating copying math homework with 15 years of friendship? You are so delusional! This is just like you-changing the topic from what really matters-trying to get away-"

I tuned out at this point. Tyler was clearly desperate to talk to me. I, on the other hand, had nothing to say.

16:05 – Mystic Falls High School – Gymnastics Practice

"Hey…Rosanna." Carly uttered from behind me.

I turned to face her, silently.

"I uh…I wanted to apologise." She said.

"For?" I uttered.

"For…the video." Carly uttered, and flicked her phone out, showcasing her collection of selfies to prove it was gone, "I deleted it. There's nothing keeping you on this team except for, well, you."

I stared back at her in disbelief. She tucked her phone away and nodded, before turning to leave.

"Hey?" I said, confused as ever, "I don't get it."

"I know you won't believe me, given my methods, but I really did think it was a massive waste of talent to jump ship now; just when we're really making waves. Yes, there are perks for me, and you are totally carrying this team, but you are so good. I hate how good you are, I could practice every day, hours on end, but you're just a natural and it would have been a real shame if you threw in the towel."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I get that you're sad, and you have every right to be, but this is who you are; you're the best at what you do." Carly declared, "And if you want to leave that all behind, okay, it's completely your choice...your super dumb choice."

19:03 – Gilbert House – Kitchen

"This arrived for you this morning." Jeremy said, handing over a big brown envelope.

"Oh, thank you." I uttered, reaching over to accept it.

"I left it on the counter, but-" Jeremy shrugged.

"Yeah, I must've missed it."

"It's from the hospital, you okay? Your arm okay?" Jeremy asked, "Sorry, I've felt totally out of it these past few days."

I glanced up at his sincere look. It wasn't familiar, but it was genuine. I cleared my throat and smiled, "Yeah, it's fine. It'll just be the bill, I bet."

I took the envelope and headed upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me. I ripped open the envelope and tossed its contents out on to my bed. There wasn't much inside.

Rosanna Jane Gilbert: admitted for a dog bite, stitches, shots administered…signed off by Dr Edward Fell. The date of discharge was left blank? Or redacted? What? I rifled back through the pages: Flu – course of antibiotics – signed off by Dr Grayson Gilbert…I couldn't remember this. A broken arm – treated by Dr Grayson Gilbert…what? I've never broken a bone. All of these instances were signed off by my father, at his practice; never at the hospital, with the exception of this 'dog bite' validated by Dr Fell. I couldn't remember any of these…

There were no answers for me inside here, just more questions. I was just more confused than ever.