Disclaimer - I don't own the characters, every right belong to the creators.
It takes place in the 5th season. I made a few changes from the series.
It was late at night when Stefan woke up from a nightmare. He dreamt the same dream all over again. Except that is wasn't a dream. It was his reality for three months. For three long months.
In his dream he was in the safe where Silas should have had been instead of him, but that ancient witch somehow recreated their plan. He'd drowned, then died, and again. And again, and again, and so on. It was a never ending psychopath game where only death and destruction won. He wanted to shut it off, really, but besides the pain he had a spark of hope. Enough to keep him sane. He endured all the pain and misery, because he knew that it won't last forever. Or, at least dared to hope.
It was two weeks ago since it happened.
When he got out he found himself in a totally new world. In three months, everything's changed. Bonnie became the anchor of the other side, Matt started to learn to be police officer, Jeremy remained as the vampire hunter, Katherine was still in the town, Caroline and Klaus have dated, so as Elena and Damon, everyone has lived in the Salvatore house, and they've lost the cure. The only thing that lasted was that Mystic Falls was still full of supernatural. With vampires, werewolves, hybrids, witches, and of course, doppelgängers.
And all these thing had to come at once in a nightmare.
Stefan endured as long as he could, but the pain became unbearable. Gradually all his strength was gone. He wanted it to end. Wanted it to disappear. But no matter what did he do, it made its place in his heart and soul, and been with him all the time.
After this nightmare, he realized what should he do.
So he went to the kitchen for a knife...