My Predator or my Protector?

Life Sucks when Drama Strikes

I do not own anything related to the television show, The Vampire Diaries. I only own this idea for the story as well as future characters I've created myself.~

Dear Composition Book,

Hey. So...I have no idea why I'm doing this. One day, I was lying on the couch at home, watching sappy movies while stuffing my face with cookie dough ice cream. The next day, I'm in Office Depot, buying this "earth-friendly" composition book. This one is cool, though; it has earthy colors on the front and back, and the paper is recycled and baby blue and the lines are brown. Plus, I'm writing with my lucky, copper gel pen that I also use to write spells with. If I'm going to be writing for now on, better do it with a bang, right? Whatever-I wasn't the one who set me up to do this. My best friend, Elena, did.

Elena said writing in a diary is meant to keep memories forever-that memories are worth remembered, no matter what they are. Recently, I've wanted to have AMNESIA from everything that has been going on. Keeping those memories isn't exactly what I had in mind. Elena said writing down your thoughts also relieves stress. I hope that works, because I've been having tons of stress lately. And who are the people causing it?

Damon, Elena, and Jeremy. Especially Jeremy.

With Jeremy, it's been hard. Our relationship ended...four months ago? No, it's been five months. And a couple of weeks. He cheated on me with Anna. Why? Jeremy moved on. Once he saw Anna, he resumed to being in love with her. Him and Anna's relationship is going to be better than it was before she died. I hope it does, because I'm happy for them. To be honest, I think it was me who drove him away-me and my creepy, freaky, witch stuff. But, during me and Jeremy's relationship, it was horrible. Great at first, but after a while, it turned downhill. He became...insane. In other words, he went back to being a stoner. He just...went back to drugs like it was a video game he used to play. It was disappointing, but I said nothing of it. Elena did, however, and it angered him so much that he thought everyone was on his case about it, and he began to have anger problems.

It started with the disagreements. When he wanted to do something I disagreed to it, he would just explode and make all these accusations at me. I didn't do anything wrong! I only told him I didn't want to do it and the reasons why. He wouldn't listen. He kept it up until we began to fight. When we first fought, it was just arguing and insults under our breaths. Then it became more detailed arguments and insults shot at each other, along with some moving of chairs, hitting our fists against tables and counters and our voices louder. The arguments either ended with him walking out, me walking out, or us hugging, apologizing to each other. Our last argument, despite how easy I forgave people, was the last.

Jeremy cracked. He hit me. He punched me, and then shoved me into the wall. I forgot what we were arguing about, probably something stupid, but I can never forget that night. He traumatized me, and I ran out of Elena's house to mine before he could hurt me anymore. I stayed inside my house for weeks.

I never told Elena what really happened. She would've confronted her brother and he would have hurt her. Then I would never forgive myself. Later on, I wished I had told her, because when Elena told me Jeremy was cheating on me, she wasn't happy at all. In fact, she took his side. He was her brother; she had to. She actually blamed me for it. Elena said, "If you were actually being a supportive girlfriend for my brother, then he wouldn't have cheated on you in the first place." Supportive? How could I have been supportive if he kept yelling and abusing me every time we were together? But I couldn't tell her that, so I didn't answer. So she kept going, believing she was on a roll. "You know, Stefan and I..." That was when I cracked.