the untold

Do You Think She is Proud

      I watched as a figure started to move towards. I wasnt sure who it was but by how fast he was walking I can tell he was as nervous as I was. As he walked closer I was finally able to see what he kind of looked like.

      He had dark hair and was very fit and maybe in his late twenties early thirties. As he stepped in front of me he froze with tears in his eyes. He tried to hug me but I took a spot back, of course this shocked him a little bit but I did t know who this was.

      "Who are you?" I asked with confusion plastered all over my face.

      As I said that Stefan walked beside the man and responded with "Lexi this is Jeremy your uncle, Jeremy this is your niece Lexi."

      I stood there in shock as tears ran down my face and I just couldn't believe it. I had actual blood related family, not just some long time friends that my mother called family but actual family. I stood there for a few moments, looked at him and as fast as I could ran up and hugged him.

      He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. I was crying like a five year old but I didn't care. After a couple of minutes we stopped hugging and decided to go talk for a little bit.

        He stepped outside the house so people couldn't hear us talk and at first it was super awkward. None of is knew what to say. After about five minutes he turned and looked at me with a smile and said "You look just like your mother."

       No one had ever told me that before, since I had never seen a picture. "Really???" Was all I could respond with. He looked at me and nodded with a smile on his face and a tear running down his cheek.

        We talked about their childhood for a while and what he does for a living. After college he became an art teacher at some school in Colorado. He told me that I can come and visit when ever I wanted, which sounded like fun I told him.

        After a couple of hours we decided to go back inside because I was getting a little bit chilly. When we went back in everyone was sitting in the living area talking and laughing. The only thing I could understand through all of the laughter was "remember the time". With in five minutes they realized that we had returned and started asking Uncle Jeremy if he remembered the time that mom got so drunk that she was dancing on the bar.

        From there on more and more stories started to flood from everyone and I couldn't believe it. After all this time I had never heard so many stories about my mom, Aunt Caroline, or Aunt Bonnie. I snuck out of the room while caroline was telling the story about moving into the dorm room at college for the first time. As I walked upstairs to the balcony I realized that I didnt have any friends like that. I had no one to share memories with and no one to call when I was in trouble.

        I began to cry as I relished that I had not lived my life to the fullest. When I finally stopped crying I heard a knock at the door.

      "Can I come in?" Stefan asked as he walked in.

      I responded with a simple sure as I wiped my eyes of the evidence of the tears.
We stared at each other for a couple of minutes, when Stefan began to speak.

      "I heard you crying is everything ok?" He asked.

        I looked him dead in the eyes as they started to fill with water. "Do you think she is proud?" Was all I could say without me crying.
     
         Stefan pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and said "Of course she is, you are a beautiful, smart, strong young women. There is no doubt in my mind that she is proud of you."

         The moment he said those words I hugged him tightly and started to really cry. I could hear people coming up the stairs but I didnt care. After all this time I needed something like this. I needed someone to just hold me and not let go, for me to know someone is there. We stood there for a couple of minutes until we finally let go. We walked down stairs to see Jeremy and Bonnie asleep on the couch and Caroline and Damon in the kitchen making food for themselves.

          They ate and I decided that it was time for me to get some sleep because I had class in the morning. Maybe tomorrow would be better I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

Somewhere on the other side of the world

           
          A women writes

     Dear diary,
It has been to long since I have been home. I left to leave my past behind and move on as well as for the safety of others. The danger has now found me and I must move on. I can't keep running from what I must do. There was a prophecy that was given and I have to complete it, and if I don't darkness will destroy everyone I love. What am I supposed to do.