Damon Salvatore: I will always choose you.

Epilogue: Graduation

The past few months had been absolute hell. The Other Side? More like Satan's playground. If I'm being completely honest I'd much rather be there then a ghost in Mystic Falls. So much had happened in a short period of time but I managed to bear witness to the worst moments. Such as a dead Jeremy on the couch of my home after being sacrificed by Katherine. Bitch. Then my idiot sister completely losing it and burning down our home. And you know what her pathetic excuse for it was? There was no room left in the family plot for him. Sorry my death was such an inconvenience in your plans to bury Jeremy.

But you know what hurt more than seeing all my belongings burn to a crisp? Watching my sister steal my fucking boyfriend.

Now that was too far.

You know, I kind of understood when they first kissed. They were both grieving the loss of a loved one - with me dead and Stefan in his no humanity era - so if that's how they chose to repair then I was slightly okay with it. However, I completely lost it when she transitioned into a vampire and was sired to him. There was probably a one in one billion chance of that happening and it did. Him and her.

So that brings me here today. Rooting for Silas or Katherine to come and beat my sister to the brink of extinction - and maybe Damon too.

In my now eighteen years of existing I had never experienced the feeling of pure burning hatred towards someone/some people. It wasn't just a single emotion either no. That's the thing with anger, it's always accompanied by other feelings. Despair, depression, disappointment, helplessness, loneliness...

It was all too much to handle.

That was the reason as to why I was knocking back shot after shot at 10am on the morning of my high school graduation (after having a short little reunion with Matt at the Mystic Grill bar and persuading him to serve me alcohol).

Bonnie had managed to drop the veil last night, meaning any ghost who still had business in Mystic Falls was free to wonder around.

After I met up with Lexi again as we strolled over to the Grill while discussing our hatred of Damon last night, she left with Stefan and I had a very long talk with Caroline at one of the tables. Finally being able to catch up with my best friend and laugh and talk and cry was enough to distract me from my anger. It was honestly amazing.

She persuaded me to come to the graduation to see everyone again and I eventually agreed after a lot of begging and pleading. I couldn't let her down when she said that graduation was going to be a friends day. I was going to try my absolute hardest to not see my sister or my now ex-boyfriend because I don't know what I would do if I did. But if I did, then at least I wouldn't be sober.

However, my plans to avoid my sister were ruined when Caroline, with her ever so chipper smile, came skipping over bearing two red graduation caps and gowns, placing one of each on the wooden bar beside me.

"Happy graduation day!" She almost screamed as the excitement took over her. "I can't believe it's over. I swear we were only freshmen the other day." She pouted as she thought back on her high school experience.

She wasn't wrong. The past four years had been a rollercoaster of events but the time had still passed extremely quickly.

"Technically I'm not graduating because I never finished or even started senior year." I reminded her as I reached for another shot, downing it in one gulp before wiping my chin of any excess liquor.

"True. But that's not going to stop us from celebrating... although it looks like you've already started." She observed as she counted the empty shot glasses distributed across the sticky countertop. "Come on, we need to get going, Bonnie's waiting for us."