The Girl Who Restored My Humanity Sequel (A Vampire Diaries FanFiction)

Chapter 23 - Goodbye.

~Ally's POV;~

A new day, a new start. The events of the sacrifice, the negativity, the funeral yesterday and everything that happened, is now in the past, and the only way is forward. After going back to Elena's last night from the funeral, I was instantly reminded of how many friends I have around me, and that I'm not alone. Jenna made awesome hot cocoas with marshmallows as promised, and we ordered pizza and spent time together, just cherishing the fact that we still have each other. Damon disappeared shortly after the stare we gave each other in the cemetery, and I have no idea where he went. But he's been acting strange lately, ever since I woke up in that abandoned house yesterday. I guess he's just overworked. That's it, there's nothing more to it. I just want a day with no drama. No more drama for the rest of my life would be great and much appreciated, but I know for a fact that isn't gonna happen.

And the whole Ric being my actual biological father thing still hasn't sunk in, I mean, how can it? After all this time spent believing Logan is my father, I suddenly have this bombshell dropped on me by a letter saying that Ric is actually my dad. How am I supposed to react? Or think? Or even consider what to do with that information? I mean, I'm surprised, yes. Dissapointed? No. Ric's the best, but having me as a daughter will probably come as a huge, overwhelming and terrifying surprise. I have no idea if he already knows, but I can't say anything to him. Not after what happened to my parents, they died because of me. I'd only be a burden for him. Last night he was comfortable and happy with Jenna, and I'm not taking that happiness away by pushing irreversible and life changing news his way. Eventually it will come out, but for now, I'll let it go. Just while things calm down.

I left Elena's a little early this morning, for some fresh air and a walk to clear my mind. But eventually I couldn't avoid my house for much longer, I had to go there.

Now I'm here, sitting in the living room to myself, just listening to the deafening silence surrounding the house I once called home. The problem with sitting alone in silence, is you have time to think. I don't want to think. It's the same with lying in bed at night, you instantly just start thinking, about literally everything. So my night at Elena's was good up until trying to sleep, due to the fact that my mind was still wide awake. My mind was tormenting me with memories of the sacrifice and my lost family every time I closed my eyes. That'll get easier though, it has to. Dragging myself off of the sofa, I walked out of the living room and up the staircase, occupying myself instead of moping around. It didn't of course stop the constant contemplating going on inside my head, about the sacrifice, Ric, Nathan, and the fact that I'm alone right now. It's crippling, knowing all of this. But I need to keep going. I have the greatest friends a girl could ask for, so to give up now would be selfish. They have me and I have them. I am not alone.

When I reached the top of the staircase, I stepped towards my bedroom, but froze within a few metres of my dad's room. The door's wide open from when he last went in there, and all the memories are just oozeing out of it, confronting me like the faint smell of his cologne. I sighed and hesitantly walked into his bedroom, in a silly attempt to get some sort of closure, some sort of push in the right direction. The room is definitely how he last left it, his bed neatly made, his desk organised with tidy piles of paper. His differed from mine. My bed's still unmade, still unorganised and packed with memories. I still have my cheerleading outfit despite the fact I don't participate anymore. It's just a nice memory. When my parents would come see me perform with Caroline, Elena and Bonnie. When our lives were normal.

"Now why would you want me to buy you a memory book, when your room is one all by itself? A messy memory book of course." My dad once told me that when seeing my unorganised bedroom, packed and crammed with memories I couldn't bear to part with.

I smirked and approached his bedside cabinet, treading carefully on his carpet, as if it would crumble from underneath me at any moment. His photo frame placed in the centre of it caught my eye, a picture of me and mom, on the day I started school. It must of been one of the first things he used to see when he woke up. I smiled and ran my fingers over the cabinet, this house holds so many memories. Every memory here of my mom and dad, no matter how much they remind me that they're gone now, it never takes away how wonderful they were. Each and every memory I have of them, exists in this house, in these walls, and I will always cherish them. A sudden feeling of strength washed over me, these happy memories are a reminder of everything my parents did for me, everything they wanted me to grow up to be. Who would I be if I gave up?