Warning: There are mentions of abuse in this chapter. It's only to show the background of the OC. Nothing to bad though! Follow, fav, review!

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Chapter 1:

It hadn't escaped me. I knew it was there. I could feel it bubbling every time I got out of bed, every time I ate, every time I left the house. They weren't happy, and they weren't hiding anything. My head hurt all the time and I felt as though I could hear the yelling pound into my dreams. It was a prison I couldn't seem to break out of. One I wasn't sure I could take for much longer.

I could hear something hit my bedroom wall and I was sure it had broken from the force of it. It was times like this I locked my door with the strong pad lock my brother had bought me before he moved away. I heard it click and I knew that for a short while I would be okay. Deep down it may leave me marked. But on the outside I was fine.

If you asked me what it was like growing up in Jamestown I would tell you I had no idea. I assume it was like any other place. But it passed me by so fast I had no idea if I could even remember my child hood.

Not many people lived in my home town. It was more of a tourist destination. Roanoke was known by many people as the town where one hundred and fifteen colonists had gone missing. A tragedy? No one knew. But when you were here you could feel it. Something about it's roots were rotting. There wasn't anything anyone could do about it. The place was down right creepy.

"I told you it isn't my fault!" The words echoed off the walls around me as I climbed into my bed. Laying down I pulled the covers up over my head and closed my eyes tight. Don't think about it Lily.

"Then why did that woman show up at my door, huh?!" My father screamed so often. But this time was different. He had hatred in his voice and my mother was paying for it.

"I don't know Frank, ALRIGHT?" My mother yelled right back. There was a loud crack and I knew it wasn't something we owned. It was my Mother.

"YOU THINK SHE WON'T COME BACK?" My father yelled again while my mother whimpered loudly. "SHE AIN'T TAKIN WHAT'S OURS!"

No one was taking what was his. I had known that since before I could talk. But this time I really had no idea what was going to happen next. I could only hold on to the hope that my mother wouldn't end up in the hospital this time.

My father was a harsh man. Where there was once most likely love was now an angry void.

It wasn't until the early morning that my father went to work. He worked for the national parks service which meant he wasn't around all to often. It gave my mom and I time to feel like a real family, just her and I. That is at least on the days we ourselves weren't working.

Some days I would go to school. Other days were bad and we would instead go and work the tourist spots. It was even a little fun and it would take my mind off the reality of what waited for us when we got home.

I peeked out the crack in my door, checking for Dad. But he was definitely gone. The small trailer we occupied was closed in enough that if one of us was out you would know it. "Momma?" I called out. She mumbled something I couldn't make out so I slipped out and moved towards the sound of her voice. "Mom!" I swallowed back tears as I kneeled down beside her. "Oh my god... Should I call the -"

"No honey." She sighed softly. Her face was bad this time but I could also tell he had broken her nose. Blood stained her face but she smiled past it. "You have to listen to me."

"I'm listening." I sobbed this time at the sight of her. So good deep down but also so broken.

"That woman isn't leavin until noon. I wrote down her address." She pulled a crumpled message from her pocket, wincing as she did it, passing it to me. "Take it."

"This is silly Ma, we need to call an ambulance." Even at the age of seventeen I had trouble figuring all this out. Should I call and hear about it later from Dad? Or should I call and feel good that my mother was safe?

"No you need to know what she has to say." She ripped the phone from my hand, pulling it to her chest. "We aren't your real family. You're father and I adopted you. That woman can take you to a safer place then here, and I want that for you."

"What do you mean you aren't my real family?" I stammered, shocked at the words I was hearing.

"Your real family died honey. But that woman say's she's your mom's sister. She's your Aunt Lily... And I want you to go with her. Get as far away from this place as you possibly can. Don't look back. I'll call the ambulance once I know that you have done what I asked."

Ten minutes later she had me packing my bags. Then she shoved me out the door so fast my head spun. The only thing she had said when she left was, "She will take you where you are meant to be."

"So you're saying that it was my father that gave me up? But why?" I asked my new Aunt, confused.

"When you were born Isobel wasn't aware she would be having twins. It was almost as though you hid on the ultrasound... Since they weren't interested in agreeing on you two they both decided it was fair if they both took one and went their own way. She gave Elena to my sister and John gave you to Frank." The red headed lady was beautiful and I could tell she had a good life just from the way she stared back at me. There was nothing there that screamed broken heart or broken soul.

"I don't understand... Why would he give me to Frank? Frank is not a good man. Did he know that? Did anyone even care?" I could feel my pulse starting to race as I spoke. It was times like this when things got a little out of control. I could feel sparks of electricity touching the ends of my finger tips as her information dug deep.

"There is no world where I would stand up for John. I only just found out about you. The second he gave me your address I came to find you."

"And I have a twin." I felt the word on my tongue. A twin...

"Yes, you do. She lives with me and her brother Jeremy... And we want you to come home. If it's as bad as your mother told me then I think it's only best... We can enroll you in school with Elena and you can finish off there. After that who knows..."

I was still clutching my bags, one in each hand. "She sent me away. It isn't like I have anywhere else to go."

The town was white, that was my first impression of it. White and clean. It was the opposite of what I was used to seeing. Not that Roanoke was dirty... But it was certainly no Mystic Falls. "Do you like it?" Jenna asked, looking over at me nervously.

"Sure." I half smiled, trying my best to be happy and appreciative of what she was doing for me. "It is certainly something."

"It's not what you're used to... But I hope you can be happy here." She said, filled with optimism. "That is the Grill." She pointed out the car window. "The kids hang out there. It's popular." She turned down the next street. "And that is the high school." She drove into the parking lot. "It's where we are meeting Elena and Jeremy today. I told them I was bringing you home and they wanted to meet you as soon as you got in."

The lot was filled with kids going to and from classes. It was nothing like the high school I went to. There weren't many kids where I had gone. But this was very different. There were hundred of them here.

"There." She said, touching my shoulder lightly. I tensed at the feel of it, not having been touched by anyone in a very long time. In fact I hated being touched. If I wasn't already uncomfortable, I was now. She noticed but she didn't say anything, instead she pointed out the car window.

I followed her hand and I saw her; Elena. It hit me like a bullet to the chest. She looked exactly like me in every way, the only difference seemed to be what we had chosen to wear. Jenna pushed out of the car, coming around to let me out. Shakily I climbed out, using the car to hold myself up. There were two people with her. One was dark and sad. The other tall with golden hair.

Elena's eyes finally found mine and I could see her processing. She wasn't one hundred percent ready for this and neither was I. "Lily?" The dark haired boy asked me.

"Jeremy, this is Lily Collins." Jenna grinned awkwardly.

"Holy shit though, they really are identical." He said, reaching out to shake my hand. "I'm Jeremy."

I eyed his hand and I knew he most likely thought I was a freak as I did it. I froze.

"Nice to meet you Lily, I am Stefan." The golden haired boy said, changing the subject. There was something about the way he looked at me; he knew. "Elena has been nervous about this all day."

"Yep." She half smiled, "It's strange isn't it?" She tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear and moved up and down on her tippy toes nervously.

"It's definitely something." I smiled back, swallowing hard. "Hope it's alright that I stay with you a while..."

"Uh yeah, you're family." Jeremy grinned at me. "But hey, I gotta head out. People to see or whatever..." He waved, patting my shoulder before he left. I tensed again, touching the spot with my hand. This was going to get annoying. But I had to admit, being here was going to change everything. I just had to let it change for the good.

"I was thinking about heading to Stefan's... Do some home work. Maybe when I get home we can hang out?" Elena asked me. I knew she needed a little time to think. We had both been told about each other, but to stand there and see it... It was a lot to take in.

"Sounds okay."

Elena POV:

"I feel so strange. I mean, she looks just like me." I didn't want to say it out loud but it was almost felt like she had stolen my face.

"She does. But she isn't you, that was clear the second I saw her." Stefan told me, smiling softly as he always did. It always made me feel better when he did that. After loosing my parents it was a huge change.

"I dunno Stefan. Maybe I am just being selfish." I tucked my hair back, tying it there. I had to say I was a bit worried at what Damon was going to do when he found out. I had forced Stefan not to say anything about her and I knew he had kept his promise. But I couldn't hide her forever.

"I don't think you are. I think it's just new. When you get to know her I am sure things will feel more normal... If I am really honest Elena she looks like she's been through a lot. Maybe you and your family are exactly what she needs. But at the same time I think she may be exactly what you need." He closed his text book. "Now, we are done talking about this. You should go home and talk to her. Get to know her. I will always be here when you are done."