001 • [ Location: Central Mansion Lobby ]
Life had officially sucked lately for Caroline Forbes. Like official Week From Hell sucked. First off, there was the whole 'Let's all kiss Caroline' issue, and seriously...didn't they know that she was the one who got to decide who she kissed? This whole grab the girl and kiss her thing was so fifty years ago and totally not as cool as they seemed to think it was. Not that it really mattered any more, since everything with both Matt and Tyler had been ruined. And yeah, maybe things with Matt could eventually be fixed, but that was a big maybe. Giant even. Because she was beginning to see that the reason things worked with Stefan and Elena, when their relationship wasn't dying a fiery dramatic demise every other Tuesday because of Stefan's crazy ex or Elena's martyr complex, was because Elena knew. And Stefan had told her about that Lexi girl, and she'd had a human boyfriend but he'd known too. So for things to work with Matt, she would have to tell him. And considering how well her mom finding out had gone down - and yeah, she had eaten some people in front of her, but it was for a good cause, but the words 'lead balloon' still came to mind - she was scared to tell Matt. Because she really did love him, more than anything, and the idea of him looking at her with the same kind of fear and disgust that her mother had seriously wasn't something she could handle. But the lies were breaking them apart, and she had messed everything up by telling him she was with Bonnie, because telling him she was pulling splinters out of her neck from her torture session with Jules's werewolf boytoy just wasn't an option, and now he hated her. So it was one giant lose-lose situation and she was epically screwed.
And that wasn't even counting the whole Tyler thing. And she seriously didn't even want to think about the Tyler thing. She'd been his friend for years, even when he was kind of a douche. She'd been there for him, she'd helped him the way nobody had been able to help her when she'd first discovered what she was. And yes she had lied to him, but that was only to protect Stefan and Elena and the other people she had cared about. Because Mason Lockwood had been bad news, and he'd tried to kill the people she cared about and Caroline was loyal to her friends. She didn't just let random guys blow into town and hurt them. Because friends look out for friends. But clearly, Tyler Lockwood had a seriously screwed up definition of the word friend, because he thought it meant that you stood by and let some bitch you'd known all of a week try to murder your supposed friends. Hell, she hadn't even been sure he was going to let her out of the cage where she'd been locked up and tortured. After being shot in the head. Getting the Week From Hell part? So Tyler was officially cut out of her life. Like friend removed on Facebook, lose my number, 'Tyler who?' out of her life. Because he'd had his chance, and he'd picked the wrong side. He'd turned his back on his friends and all because he met some people who shared his condition? People he didn't know and who weren't good and didn't really care about him? That was like joining a gang because you had cancer and so did they. In other words? Really stupid. Because for all the werewolves talked about loyalty and stuff? They didn't know the meaning of the word. And it was just made all the worse by the way Matt thought she was sneaking around with Tyler, because the thought of it kind of made her want to burst into tears.
So she had been shot in the head and tortured and nearly killed, only to be saved by Elijah's man-witch, the boy she loved hated her, the boy she thought was a friend had betrayed her and hurt her in the worst way. Oh, and her best friend, the one who wasn't still occasionally weird about her whole vaguely-dead problem, was apparently going full-on crazy, suicidal martyr on all of them and making deals with the devil. Life was just awesome. And that wasn't even counting the normal problems, like hiding the fact that she was a vampire from everyone, including her militant, Van Helsing, vampire hunter mom, dealing with her dad and Stephen and that whole messy situation, and trying to pass all her classes when it didn't matter anyway because she was going to be seventeen forever, and just generally wanting to break down crying all the time because it was all too much. And let's not forget the simple fact that being around people made her really hungry and gym class was hell because everyone smelled like bacon and she really needed a drink. So there was seriously no point in playing the 'woe is me, my life is hard' game with Caroline, because she would win. Hands down.
She was just walking away from her door, after swearing someone was there, to head back to her room and have her nightly life sucks crying session when the world kind of shifted. And suddenly she wasn't in her house any more. She was in a weird...hotel lobby kind of place. And that was seriously just what she needed. No, really. It was the fricking cherry on the failtastic sundae of suckage that had been her life lately. Looking around, she took a deep breathe to keep from outright screaming, and spoke to the room at large.
"Seriously? No...seriously?" She was not going to kill anyone. She was not going to kill anyone. "This cannot be real. It can't. It just...can't. I've gone crazy. I've snapped. I've gone off the deep end because my life seriously cannot have reached this level of fail. It's not possible." She sighed. "I need a drink." Otherwise, she really might eat someone. And she couldn't take Stefan's Disapproving Vampire Face (™), on top of everything else.
She really needed a hug. Or that drink.
And that wasn't even counting the whole Tyler thing. And she seriously didn't even want to think about the Tyler thing. She'd been his friend for years, even when he was kind of a douche. She'd been there for him, she'd helped him the way nobody had been able to help her when she'd first discovered what she was. And yes she had lied to him, but that was only to protect Stefan and Elena and the other people she had cared about. Because Mason Lockwood had been bad news, and he'd tried to kill the people she cared about and Caroline was loyal to her friends. She didn't just let random guys blow into town and hurt them. Because friends look out for friends. But clearly, Tyler Lockwood had a seriously screwed up definition of the word friend, because he thought it meant that you stood by and let some bitch you'd known all of a week try to murder your supposed friends. Hell, she hadn't even been sure he was going to let her out of the cage where she'd been locked up and tortured. After being shot in the head. Getting the Week From Hell part? So Tyler was officially cut out of her life. Like friend removed on Facebook, lose my number, 'Tyler who?' out of her life. Because he'd had his chance, and he'd picked the wrong side. He'd turned his back on his friends and all because he met some people who shared his condition? People he didn't know and who weren't good and didn't really care about him? That was like joining a gang because you had cancer and so did they. In other words? Really stupid. Because for all the werewolves talked about loyalty and stuff? They didn't know the meaning of the word. And it was just made all the worse by the way Matt thought she was sneaking around with Tyler, because the thought of it kind of made her want to burst into tears.
So she had been shot in the head and tortured and nearly killed, only to be saved by Elijah's man-witch, the boy she loved hated her, the boy she thought was a friend had betrayed her and hurt her in the worst way. Oh, and her best friend, the one who wasn't still occasionally weird about her whole vaguely-dead problem, was apparently going full-on crazy, suicidal martyr on all of them and making deals with the devil. Life was just awesome. And that wasn't even counting the normal problems, like hiding the fact that she was a vampire from everyone, including her militant, Van Helsing, vampire hunter mom, dealing with her dad and Stephen and that whole messy situation, and trying to pass all her classes when it didn't matter anyway because she was going to be seventeen forever, and just generally wanting to break down crying all the time because it was all too much. And let's not forget the simple fact that being around people made her really hungry and gym class was hell because everyone smelled like bacon and she really needed a drink. So there was seriously no point in playing the 'woe is me, my life is hard' game with Caroline, because she would win. Hands down.
She was just walking away from her door, after swearing someone was there, to head back to her room and have her nightly life sucks crying session when the world kind of shifted. And suddenly she wasn't in her house any more. She was in a weird...hotel lobby kind of place. And that was seriously just what she needed. No, really. It was the fricking cherry on the failtastic sundae of suckage that had been her life lately. Looking around, she took a deep breathe to keep from outright screaming, and spoke to the room at large.
"Seriously? No...seriously?" She was not going to kill anyone. She was not going to kill anyone. "This cannot be real. It can't. It just...can't. I've gone crazy. I've snapped. I've gone off the deep end because my life seriously cannot have reached this level of fail. It's not possible." She sighed. "I need a drink." Otherwise, she really might eat someone. And she couldn't take Stefan's Disapproving Vampire Face (™), on top of everything else.
She really needed a hug. Or that drink.