March 28, 2014

Dear Diary,

Her voice was the only thing keeping me sane. The travelers wanted information out of me, information I wasn't sure I could give to them. I didn't want them to take too much. I didn't want to forget myself again.

Images of my doppelganger self came into my head. Tom, he was standing by an ambulance as a woman approached. I felt the travelers going deeper. It was uncomfortable, it hurt. She was on the phone, she was listening. I could hear her saying my name, talking to me, and I could how upset she was. I didn't want her to hear this, but I'm glad I was hearing her. Caroline, without her voice telling me she was there I don't know if I wouldn't held on…

Later, when she came back she found me in an old train car. God, it was good to see her. I was alone surrounded by unfamiliar faces all day; a friendly face was nice. She came in and laid next to me, and I told it was good to see her. She told me that Enzo had killed Tom. I was a little angry about it, but not at her. She didn't kill him, just like I knew she wouldn't. I told her that. That I know she wouldn't because that's who she is. She's… her. She moved closer to me, rested her head on my shoulder. It didn't feel strange, it felt like the most normal thing in the world. And that's how we fell asleep.

When we woke up though, she was facing away from me. We were cuddling, I was holding her hand. She woke up soon after I did and I quickly moved my hand. Maybe she didn't notice, but she turned her head to me. Then we heard it. The travelers were doing something. We got up, went to check it out. They were drinking the blood they had taken from Elena and I and they were catching on fire. We had to get out of there. I grabbed Caroline's hand and lead the way out. Now we're back my house. She's asleep in the room next to mine and I can't stop thinking about how we woke up...