The Day That Jeremy Died

Jeremy struggled as Stefan carried him out of the bathroom. They were going to the police station to report Jeremy's rape. That was just the problem; Jeremy didn't want to have to tell anyone- especially Sheriff Forbes, for that matter- about what had happened. Stefan ignored Jeremy's feeble struggles and put him in the car. Jeremy began to scream as Elena entered the car.

"Please, please Elena. Don't make me do this" Jeremy was in tears again. Did they not understand what they were doing to him?

"You already told us, Jeremy. It shouldn't be that big of a deal to tell the Sheriff. Unless you were lying" Stefan didn't want to believe that Damon could have raped Jeremy. His compulsion must have been wrong; it just wasn't possible that Damon was so terrible.

"How dare you? Jeremy would never lie about this! Damon's already tried to kill us, who's to say he doesn't enjoy raping innocents as well?" Elena yelled as she covered Jeremy's ears, not wanting him to hear something that could traumatize him more. Stefan gripped the wheel as hard as he could and sped up, his knuckles turning white as he thought about it more. Damon had killed a pregnant woman. He had killed Uncle Zack, he had basically raped Caroline. It made perfect sense.

Before he knew it, they had arrived at the police station. Jeremy was now quiet, not responding to them at all as they got him out the car and carried him up the steps.

They heard voices coming from another room, and Stefan let Jeremy down. Jeremy strained his ears, he could hear Sheriff Forbes talking, and another voice that sounded familiar. He tried to figure out where he knew the voice from when the Sheriff and the man she was talking to exited the room. Jeremy felt his heart stop as he found himself looking in the eyes of Damon Salvatore. Damon stared back, looking just as shocked before Jeremy ran as fast as he could out of the room. He heard Stefan and Elena shouting after him but he kept running, not stopping until he reached the Mystic Falls Cemetery. His head spun as he tried to catch his breath, eventually sinking to his knees. He felt so alone, even though he knew that Stefan and Elena supported him. He felt like none of them could understand. He couldn't connect to them anymore, they couldn't understand him. He had experienced something none of them had, or most likely ever would, and they wouldn't be able to see just how much this had changed him. He wasn't the same Jeremy Gilbert. He wasn't a child anymore, he never would be again. He was completely alone, as he had always been. He suddenly found himself at his parent's grave, feeling so overwhelmed with emotion that he just needed to talk to someone who would understand, or that wouldn't say anything back.

"Hey Mom and Dad. Long time no see ey? I guess you guys are watching over us, so you know what happened. I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't talk to Elena, I can't talk to anyone. I'm all alone. Maybe I'm crazy for saying this, I don't know. I just don't get why you had to leave. I just- I really need you. Could you not have stayed alive? Not even for me? You really couldn't have gotten out of the car? Cause believe me, there's not a day that goes by that I don't wish it was me in that car instead of you. C'mon Mom, Dad. Get out of the car. P-please, just get out of the car. I'm not asking for much, just please get out of the damn CAR!" Jeremy's voice broke as he screamed all his pain out of his system. He just missed them so much, he didn't know what to do anymore. He thought he could handle the grief, but he couldn't. He guessed he was pretty pathetic, wishing for his parents to be alive months after they'd died. He wished it could've been Elena. This is what caused him the most guilt, he wished they had made it out instead of his own sister. Maybe that made him a terrible person. He wished, most often, that it had been him instead of any of them, though. Then he wouldn't have to be suffering so much, and they could all be happy without him. But alas, Jeremy didn't even have the courage to end his own life. Jeremy beat his fists against his father's grave, wishing with everything he had to be able to hug his old man one last time. Elena wasn't even sad about their parents' death. She was happy with her new boyfriend, Stefan. Jeremy still loved her sister, but it was her attending that party that had caused their parents to die, and she had really moved on that quickly?

Stefan and Elena had long since given up looking for Jeremy. Stefan had followed his scent, but it had stopped at a river, which Jeremy must have crossed. They decided to return to the police station, where they found Damon, still dumbstruck. Stefan ran to him and shoved his older brother against the wall.

"Are you happy?!" he screamed, holding Damon by the scruff of his shirt, their faces now inches apart. Sheriff Forbes saw what he was doing and yelled for him to get off of Damon, but he couldn't care less about what she said now.

"Not particularly, I wasn't expecting our little friend to surprise me at work" Damon smiled.

"Is it not enough? You've already killed so many people, did you really have to rape Jeremy?" Stefan still hadn't let go of Damon.

"Woah, hold up. Damon raped Jeremy? As in, Jeremy Gilbert?" Sheriff Forbes asked. Stefan turned, letting Damon down.

"Yes. This man you're working with, my brother, is a sick fuck who raped a 14 year old boy two weeks ago." Stefan said as Sheriff Forbes mouth fell open.

"That-that can't be true. Damon's good" she gasped, backing away from the two brothers.

"I'm afraid it is true" Damon said, running out of the room before the Sheriff could even move.

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