Caroline Salvatore (![]() ![]() @ 2015-04-10 12:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | caroline forbes, stefan salvatore |
WHO Caroline Forbes & Stefan Salvatore
(Or one shot)
WHAT Caroline Arrives
WHERE Cemetery
WHEN Friday Morning
RATING/STATUS Medium. Mention of death. Ongoing/oneshotTerrified - to fill with terror or alarm; make greatly afraid.
Terrified didn’t even cover how Caroline felt as she turned to Stefan asking him for help so she could try and say goodbye to her mother who was already in a coma. She’d missed the moments before to say goodbye to her own Mother. Her mother, the last family she had living. The person that she just never thought she’d have to live without, her Mom. She wanted her Mom to be there for her wedding, for her college graduation, for all of those little moments of her life where a parent should be there.
As she found the memory and went through it with her Mom it felt like her whole world was going to crash down around her, everything was broken, she was broken, she was losing one of the most important people in her whole life, that would always be one of the most important people in her life, no matter what else was to come, her Mom was sort of her rock. They’d been through so much that the fear and pain of knowing she was gone now felt as though a million tiny fire ants were biting at her inside as strings were trying to pull her heart apart slowly and as painfully as possible.
Shutting her eyes as she knew her Mom was going, she expected to open them and see her friends around her, she expected to have them right there for her, and instead that was so far from what she found that she couldn’t even figure out how to hold herself together. She didn’t see the hospital room, no instead she saw a graveyard, and she was lying on the ground, somewhere that really didn’t like anywhere she’d ever been before.
Leaping to her feet she look around, the pain was eating at her, those ants working to try and destroy her slowly, but this was wrong. Something was really wrong. Caroline worked to push her grief aside, her pain aside as she dusted off her white dress and looked around.
“Of course, but allowing me to actually grieve my Mom would be too much to ask!” She exclaimed out loud to one in particular but to everything around her. This had to be because someone snapped her neck or killed her and moved her while she was out right? Where were her friends? Where was Stefan? Elena? Hell where was Damon? Even if she wasn’t the biggest fan of Damon, she knew that he had been friends with her Mom and she knew he’d have been there… so where was everyone now? Where was she?
It was pathetic but she actually was mildly glad that she wasn’t tied up somewhere being tortured again, this wasn’t good, but at least she wasn’t being tortured.
Wiping away the tears on her eyes she started to move towards what looked like the best way to get out of here. Her eyes still puffy from the loss and the pain.