Desert. The earth was completely and utterly desert; that’s what you had learned since your sweet, loving coven (sarcasm) had decided to banish you from the family house — and quite literally, from the rest of the world.

Of course you had heard about those prisons before, never expected to be sent here, to rot alone.

The first few days were the worst in your opinion, you had chosen a random house to stay at, not wanting to sleep in the streets. The constant silence was chilling, reminding you of how alone you were, for eternity if you coven decided to leave you here.

No one to talk to, no one to see — you felt like going crazy after a few months; there was nothing left for you here. So it wasn’t hard nor heartbreaking when you decided to take a car and just drive away. Cities were the same; alone and empty, sad.

You parked in the small town in Mystic Falls after a few weeks — something was different. You were sure that someone else was here; eyes on you as you entered the empty market. The sound of shoes hitting the floor made you turn around with wide eyes.

“Am I having another hallucination or are you really here? No matter— Hi, you.” the stranger smiled, but there was no joy in this; it was cold and calculated. Manipulative, even. “I feel like we are going to be good friends, don’t you think?”