Deadly but Silent

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I can hear the people moving around me. The conversations. The laughing. The horrible music selections.

I feel when they move my body. When they comb my hair. When they apply the makeup.

I can feel every touch, hear every noise, but I can't see anything. All I have to do is open my eyes.

I can't.

My eyes won't open. Even when I will them to, they don't.

I want to scream! I want to cry! I want to tell them I'm awake!

I can't.

Silence. They have left the room. Now it's just me. I lay on the cold, metal table, waiting for them to retrieve my body and put me in a coffin.

Why has no one realized I'm not dead? I'm awake, I just can't move. Why haven't by brothers realized? Where are they? Where is everyone? Where are my daughters? Did they make it? Are they okay? Does Matt know?

I hear footsteps, and a hand touch's my arm. "Gracelyn, wake up. Please. I can't loose you! Your my big sister! You can't die, please! I need you! I still do!" I hear the desperate voice of my younger brother. I will my body to touch him, but I can't.

I open my eyes, but once again see the cruel world of this prison. I don't understand this. I can hear and feel everything happening to my body, but it's like I'm separated from it. This makes no sense. I just want it to be over. Dead or alive. I don't care anymore. I just want this done!

I sit down on a bench, and sigh. I hear more faint footsteps, and know there from the real world. Not whatever this is.

Then I hear deep footsteps, so I look up. Horror laces through my veins, and I stare at the long lost face. "Mother?" I ask, and the lady smiles a devilish smile at me. "Hello, Gracelyn." She responds. My heart starts beating at an unnatural rate, and I feel the color leave my face.

"What are you doing here?!" I ask. "I thought you would be more excited to see me. Considering I've been dead for 157 years." She says. "How am I supposed to react? You never did anything for our benefit, then faked your death." I say, causing her to sigh.

"Stefan and Damon thought you really did die. Did you know they cried at your funeral, Lily?" I say. "Yes. I was there. I watched from afar. Yes, I did notice your brothers crying, but I took more interest in the fact that you never shed a tear." She says disappointingly. "Oh, I'm sorry, mother. Please forgive me for not crying at your fake funeral. I know you did O' so much for your children." I sarcastically, causing her to huff.

"You never did respect me." She says mainly to herself. "There was nothing to respect accept for an absent, careless woman who called herself our mommy." I say, and she sighs. "I wish things would have gone differently, my love." She says, and I scoff. "As if!" I respond, and she sighs.

I look up to her when she's silent, but find her missing. I look around me, and see she's gone. I groan and roll my eyes. I don't even know what's real and what's not anymore.