The Curse Of Life

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Cassy took a quick glance at herself in the mirror before deciding that she looked good enough. Thanks to the use of magic, it did not look like she had woken up 7 minutes prior.

It had been a stressful few nights of worrying about Stefan and his new bloodlust phase. He always stared at her with a hungry gaze that left Cassy itching to reach for her wand. Since the night that she found him surrounded by many empty blood bags, she had only become more and more concerned.

He had disappeared from school (leaving Cassy to fend for herself against the teenagers). And he was trying to stop, but with Damon only encouraging his behaviour, it was difficult.

Cassy found it easier to mostly avoid him. It may have been cruel, but she didn't feel like fighting her only good friend off as he tried to take a bite off of her.

Her days became repetitive. Wake up early, go to school, avoid everyone at school, walk back to the Salvatore Boarding house (as slowly as she could), go to her room and do whatever she could to waste her time. Most of the time it was potions experimentation due to the newfound time she had on her hands.

Despite how boring it became, Cassy rather enjoyed it. She revelled in it. Sure she hated how normal she felt, she never wanted to be normal. She loved her magic and she always will. But it was a lot better than being extremely sleep deprived (she still never got the proper hours of sleep) because she was constantly saving someone she barely cared about.

Though, it was lonely. She avoided Stefan and Damon came along with it. She never talked to Elena or Bonnie anyway and it wasn't like she had friends. Cassy was an introvert at heart, but even introverts don't like being lonely.

But Cassy dealt with it.

So that's where she ended up on the roof. She would constantly spend her nights up there, just thinking. Cassy would watch as the purples and pinks of the sky melted into blues. She would scrunch up into a ball to maintain some sort of warmth and let her mind wander.

It gave her comfort that she used to do a similar thing with her brother. The memory of both of her siblings were getting smaller and smaller, as if they were a part of a vivid dream she once had. Cassy had nothing to prove that they were real apart from a mirror.

It was strange to think how different this life was. Before, it was all dark, war and hopelessness. This time it was... brighter. People spoke to other people because they actually liked each other: a new concept to Cassiopeia.

She still hasn't decided which one was better. A life with her family, the only people she loved (Despite her parents being neglectful and pressuring and her brother stating how he 'hated the lot of them'.) But the world was cruel, and every day was melancholic. Or the world where the only person she did truly consider family was killed by a vampire who still lived with her. However, she was slightly happier (not feeling anything was better than being miserable, right?)