Please, I'm A Survivor

Fighting, Denying the Warning Signs

I cried over my mother's body in the room where it all had changed. Everything was as it was the night I'd found them. I could feel Stefan behind me as I cried knowing that Damon was right.

"A little dark, no?" He said.

"Damon already had his fun with this one." I paused. "This was the worst day of my life.He said it was my fault. That I deserve everything that's ever happened to me." I said as tears fell from my face when I looked back at Stefan.

"He's right, he was right Stefan. I don't deserve to be loved." More tears fell from my eyes as Stefan got closer to me. I still held a grip onto my dead mother.

"Look at your father." He said and did what he told me. I looked up to where my father was and noticed the blood stain start to absorb into the tapestry on the wall.

"He's gone." I looked from the wall to Stefan. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"You deserve to find peace." He nodded his head towards my mother and when I glanced down, she was gone as well.

"Mother" I spoke out.

"You were a seventeen year old girl Katherine." Stefan started to speak as he touched my tear stained cheek.

"None of this is your fault." The look of sadness swept over Stefan's face as he said this. I shook my head slightly as if it was something impossible to believe, and then I heard the sound of a crying baby. I turned my head in the direction it was coming from and saw a wooden crib on the other side of the room. My mouth hung open as more tears came down my face. I walked slowly towards the crib, my hands at my side and noticed a small figure covered in sheets. As I heard the baby cry more, a sudden flash of light made me smile for I knew it was Nadia. I went to lean down to pick her up, just to hold her in my arms like I always wanted to.

I could hear people talking as I moved my head slowly back and forth on the pillow. Some were clear and others were fuzzy. When I opened my eyes, I could clearly see Peter and Felix walk into the room looking somewhat furious.

"Finally, you're awake!" Peter yelled out. He went to take my hand and when we touched, I felt a spark and flinched to retreat my hand back the same time I sat up, looking and feeling frightened. I could tell everyone, including Peter, was surprised by my action because his face softened a bit.

"Everyone must leave. Now!" Peter ordered loudly and everyone left, even Felix.

My entire body felt heavy as Peter sat down next to me.

"What happened out there, darling?" He asked in a soft voice but loud enough for me to hear.

"Someone...was..out there. I don't....know...who. Why does my...body feel...so...heavy?" I asked and looked around. I noticed on the table beside the bed was a syringe filled with a liquid. I quickly sat up and tried to move away from the thing.

"No" I yelled out trying to get up but Peter took me by my shoulders and held me down with a strong grip.

"It's alright darling. No one plans to hurt you. Those drugs are to help you. Lay back down to rest." He ordered as laid me down himself. I held onto his cuff on his right hand.

I watched him for a few seconds. He was acting like Stefan the night I was on my death bed. Peter noticed this is and raised a brow.

"You're being too nice to me? Why?" I asked between narrowed eyes.