AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one shot is inspired by a AU series that I'm doing on my Instagram account. The AU series is about if Maya will forgive Caroline (her sister) for leaving after their mother died. This combines The Vampire Diaries and Girl Meets World in one universe. If you want to check it out, my user on Instagram is @ sunshinexmaddog (the same on here). Now proceed and I hope you enjoy!
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It hurt when my father left me when I was a little over five years old. One day my father was here showering me with love and kisses and the next he was gone. The person who was supposed to protect and provide for his family left my mother, my older sister, and I alone.
Those were hard times. I watched my mom as she broke down one night. The woman who I thought was so strong and brave was slowly breaking all because of a man who left her after he swore to love her forever. The sheriff of Mystic Falls, my birth place, broke down, unbeknownst that I was in the room. I watched as my mother, Elizabeth Forbes, cried and cried as I wipped away my own tears.
I watch my older sister, Caroline, break down next to me. I was too young to comprehend such hurt that I broke down crying whenever I felt pain. I had crawled into my sister's bed one night, afraid of the storm brewing beyond our house, and cried in her arms. She had cried also, but for a different reason altogether. She wasn't crying because she was afraid of the storm outside - no. She was crying because of the storm inside. The storm that our father had caused. She was crying because the man who swore he would never leave her had left.
Those were hard times, but that was what made us stronger. We were three strong women now dependent on each other and that made us closer than ever. My father's departure was what made me the person I am today and for that I was grateful. I didn't need a father or a boy because all I needed was my mother and my sister.
The pain that washed away didn't stay at bay for long. It was just waiting for another turn of events to happen. A turn of event that shook my world upside down yet again.
It hurt when I found out my mother had cancer. It hurt when I found out when she didn't have much time. It hurt when she finally decided she was tired of fighting a battle against stage four cancer.
During the time she was here, my sister and I spend all our time with her. We didn't leave her side. We were inseparable and for that short amount of time, we were stronger than ever. Unfortunately, when my mother died, all that we had learned about being strong women was gone just like the strongest women we knew.
It hurt attending the funeral. The funeral was what made her death all the more real and I hated it. I don't remember much about the funeral. All I remember is that the whole town came to say their goodbyes. From friends to strangers. My mom was the most lovable person this town had and her departure took a serious toll on everyone.
I also remember Caroline and I standing up in front of everyone. She did most of the talking while I stood there trying not to cry. I remember looking at all the faces I grew up with - Elena, Bonnie, Matt, Stefan, and Damon - and just focusing on them while trying not to break down.
I don't remember much of Caroline's speech. All I remember is that she said how we had each other and that we would be okay. What lies.
It hurt when my sister shipped me away to New York City to live with my aunt Katy - the only person we had left. It hurt to be ripped away from my childhood home and my friends only to be placed in an unknown city that was way different than what I was used to.
If only my sister had stayed. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt so much. But she did. She dropped me off and left, never to return.
It hurt. I lost the people I loved most in the world. The people who promised never to leave. The people who promised to love me forever. I lost my family.
It still hurts. Even after almost two years. Sure, I had new friends and a new boyfriend, but they couldn't replace the hole in my heart.
It pained me then to loose everything I had ever known and it still hurts now knowing I can never get them back.
