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I was in that same house again – the one where Trevor and Rose had moved Elena and I to. Elijah and Trevor stood feet away from me. No one spoke, it was just complete silence.

Then I watched in horror Elijah wipe Trevor's head clean off of his shoulders. He then turned towards me and gave a small smile... Like the one Trevor had given him.

I screamed as Elijah turned and lunged at me.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I sighed, snoozing it and forcing myself up. I took a shower and then dried my hair and curled it, though I didn't have to do much since it was naturally curly. I put on a little makeup before hurrying downstairs quietly. I didn't want to see anyone.

I got a bottle of water before I headed out to my car. And, to my dismay, I found Damon leaning against my car.

"Damon," I said, sighing and stopping five feet away from him. "What…?" I realized why he was probably here. "Elena's still sleeping."

"I'm not here to see Elena," He walked two steps closer.

I looked down, biting my bottom lip. He had that look on his face, the very same look he used every time he came groveling back to me. "I need to go to school then I have a shift at the Grill after. I don't have the patience for this."

"I need to talk to you," He said, taking another step towards me but I stepped backward this time. "I didn't mean when I said I had feelings for someone. They told me that I really needed to just let you be, especially since—"

"Stop, Damon," I interrupted. "I-I can't listen to this. I don't want to hear excuses or explanations. I can't listen to, 'I only have feelings for you, not Elena or anyone else.' I can't listen to that."

"What about I love you?"

We stared at each other for a moment before I walked over to him and slapped him. He stared at me in shock. "Don't you dare say I love you to me, not after what you put me through. If you truly had loved me, you would have let me know about what you are. If you loved me, you wouldn't love her." I said bitterly before turning toward my car.

He grabbed my wrist, turning me back towards him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. "My bracelet," I said, no joy feeling me in seeing it. He was the one who gave it to me in the first place. I took it out of his palm and surveyed it before handing it back.

"It's of no use to me now, Damon," I said, going back to my car and calling over my shoulder, "Elena should be waking up soon. Why don't you give it to her?"

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I walked through the courtyard of the school, regretting that I didn't cuss Damon out. He deserved it. It still hurt, though, when he told me that he loved me even though I knew he didn't mean it. He was Damon Salvatore. But that didn't mean the pain was still there.

I looked up and saw Jeremy and Bonnie watching me. I froze up and almost hurried back to my car, until I realized I shouldn't back done. I was not going to be the one who left. I wasn't even going to speak to them, so why should I run?

I continued on walking, not sparing them another glance. Maybe this would be easier than I thought… Maybe I could actually pull myself away from all of them and survive.

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School ran smoothly that day, I only saw three of my friends: Stefan, Alaric, and Caroline. Which I didn't speak to any of them. After school, I had thirty minutes to kill so I went for a walk around town.

I thought of everything that my friends had kept away from me. I get that they wanted to protect me, but why did they prolong the inevitable? Why would they do this to me? How could they? I just wanted to punch them all in the face.

I froze when I noticed I had walked off from the main part of town. I was at the back of all the buildings. Getting an eerie feeling, I tried to find a way through the buildings but they were all blocked off. So I had to go around. Feeling as if someone was watching me, I walked as quickly as I could. But I still had that eerie feeling.

I turned to my left around the buildings and froze, but because someone was standing there. How was this possible?

"Elijah," I gasped in horror and jumped back from him. He was about five feet away. "Y-you're dead, you were k-killed. H-how are you-""

I tripped backward, managing to hit my head in the process and when I finally looked back up, and he was gone. I stood and looked all around me until I finally gave up and hurried towards the Grill.

That was it. I was officially going crazy.

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Work was weird; it seemed like I was clocking in one minute, and the next I had clocked out. It was all a blur. Afterwards, I went home and took a shower. Then I turned off all the lights in my room and lit all the candles in my room, and begun painting. Though I was horrible in my opinion, it was some kind of stress reliever my therapist had recommended.

Speaking of my therapist, I had a monthly checkup tomorrow. Yay. A soft knock startled me. "Andy?"

I looked to see Elena standing in the doorway. "…Elena."

"You're an awesome painter, Andy, Mom and dad would be so proud." She said with a smile as she leaned against the door frame.

"Bringing them into this won't make me forgive you, Elena, I'm still angry," I said, raising am eyebrow at her.

"Again, I'm sorry," She walked over. "What are you painting?" I looked up at it and heard her suck in some air. "Is that...?"

"Yes, Elijah and Trevor," I exhaled. It showed Elijah knocking Trevor's head off. Trevor's head was flying through the air. Blood splattering everywhere.

"Andy—" She cut herself off after a moment, then continued. "I didn't know it had this much effect on you mentally."

I laughed dryly. "Death doesn't affect me anymore, Elena, I think I've seen enough in my lifetime."

"I'm so sorry, Andy."

"It's not your fault. 'Life sucks and then you die,' remember?" I looked at her before continuing my painting.

"I'm sorry, Andy, about not telling you. I've apologized and—"

"I don't want your apologies, I just… need some time, okay?" I kept myself turned to my easel. "You're only sorry because you were caught."

She looked at me for a moment with a frown, before she begun to walk out. "Oh, and Elena?" I questioned, staying faced toward my painting.

"Yes?" She turned toward me.

"Don't even think about getting Damon to compel me. I will be taking vervain every day and have jewelry soaked into it." I knew my sister, and I know that's exact what she was going to do. That's no doubt what she had done to others. She nodded and walked out. I sighed, closing my eyes.

Was it good or bad a part of me wished to forget everything? To forget what Damon had told me the night of the Lockwood masquerade? To forget my sister and friends' betrayal?

But that same part of me also didn't want to forget Elijah, and if I did forget everything, I'd forget him.

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