Today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, “I’m fine, thank you. Yes, I feel much better.”
I will no longer be the sad little boy that mourned the end of “The Vampire Diaries.”
I will start fresh, be someone new. It’s the only way I’ll make it through — but I’ll never forget the memories.
It was eight years ago when I first met Elena Gilbert, Stefan and Damon Salvatore and the rest of the Mystic Falls residents. And it will all end tonight.
There were many secrets lurking in the shadows. Nothing was normal. In fact, it wasn’t a normal day unless Sheriff Forbes got a call about a body turning up in the middle of the night.
I remember the first time I came across a body. It was a late school night. Elena and Bonnie Bennett invited me to a bonfire by the woods. I wasn’t getting any signal on my phone so I wandered around until I could get some service.
Little did I know that I was walking straight into the woods. There was fog everywhere, heavy and murky. I couldn’t see a thing — and then I heard a scream.
I ran toward the sound and I saw Vicki Donovan on the ground, blood dripping down her neck. I thought I saw two bite marks. Then I saw someone hiding behind a tree.
