The Incredible Existence Of Charlotte Gilbert

"Wake up!"

Charlotte stirred at the sound of a deep voice, she tried to ignore it but it kept getting closer and louder. "Wake up Charlie!" A pillow slammed down on her face which woke her up all the way, she sat up and looked into the dark brown eyes of none other than her brother Jeremy. "Get out!" She angrily shouted, swinging her legs over the bed not even having time to wince as her cold feet hit the floor, and stomping out of the room. "I was trying to help!" Jeremy shouted, still standing in Charlotte's room with a smug look on his face. Charlotte went straight to the bathroom, the only place she could go to be completely alone. The shower walls were wet which told her that Elena was up and had already showered, let's just hope she saved some hot water. Charlotte turned the knob all the way over to the hottest temperature and closed the curtain so water wouldn't splatter everywhere while she stripped her clothes off. When she got in the warm water felt like little beads of fire bouncing off her skin, Elena had saved her plenty of water this time, she'd have to remember to thank her later. Charlotte washed her hair with her favorite blueberry shampoo, enjoying the feeling of having her scalp massaged. When she was done she hopped out and wrapped a cream colored towel around herself. A morning shower was one of her many rituals.

She headed back into her bedroom, hoping and praying that Jeremy wasn't still in there. When she walked in and saw that he wasn't she let out a breath of air she didn't know she was holding. Not even a second later the door opened and in came Elena, "Have you seen my sneakers, Lottie?" Charlotte rolled her eyes, how would she know where Elena's ratty old shoes were? "No, I haven't." She answered in the nicest voice she could muster. Elena must have sensed the tension because she left shortly after, closing the door with a soft click. After Elena left, Charlotte walked over to her closet and grabbed the first items she saw. A red tank top, a blue and white flannel shirt, dark wash super skinny jeans, and white converse sneakers. Elena and Charlotte may have looked similar, but they had totally different styles.

Even though they looked similar, they weren't identical. Charlotte's eyes were hazel with yellow rimming her pupil, giving the look of sun flowers. Her hair was curly with a slight frizz, and she was short, very, very short. At sixteen years old she stood 4'10 feet tall, much to her dismay. It seemed she only got the bad genes while her siblings got all the good ones. Elena had a perfect body, one that could make a model blush, and Jeremy was as muscular as a body builder. (Even though he'd never even lifted a single weight before.) And to top it all off they were both tall, Elena was about 5'9 with shoes on, and Jeremy 6'0 even.

Everyone expected the Gilbert siblings to be close since they were all each other had after their parents died, but that wasn't the case. Jeremy smoked pot around the clock and spent all his time pining after Vikki Donovan. Charlotte drank herself into oblivion most nights and spent all her time searching for a safe place. And then there was Elena who wanted nothing more than for her siblings to once again share the bond they used to when their parents were alive. But that would never happen if Charlotte could help it, she hated her sister, it was Elena's fault her parents died. If Elena hadn't of skipped family night and then needed a ride home, her parents never would've been driving and wouldn't of had the chance to drive over that bridge. Of course they still talked, and Charlotte was cordial most of the time, but her feelings remained the same no matter how many times she was told that it wasn't anybodies fault.

Other than the bathroom, Charlotte's place of refuge was the woods. She'd take a pack of cigarettes and smoke them all at once while sitting on a log and listening to the birds chirp. Every morning she'd walk to school through a trail in the woods, just her and the trees, no noise, just peace and quiet. That was why she hated her house. There was always noise, they were the definition of a dysfunctional family. Aunt Jenna tried, but she wasn't a parent, she was a peer. The television was almost always on in the family room, typically because Jeremy was playing video games, or because Jenna and Elena were watching Lifetime movies. To make matters worse it wasn't like she had a bed room to retreat to like Jeremy did, after her parents died and Jenna moved in, Elena and Charlotte were forced to share a room, but most of the time Elena wasn't home so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Charlotte bounced down the stairs with her black Jansport book bag over her shoulder, she was so not ready for today. It was the first day of school, and her first day as a sophomore in high school. Thankfully Elena was a junior and wouldn't be in any of her classes except advanced placement History. Jeremy however was in her grade, being that they were born six months apart. Elena turned seventeen this year, Jeremy sixteen, and Charlotte sixteen. Much to Charlotte's dismay her and Elena shared the same birthday, June twenty second. She hated that they always had to celebrated together, they day was never really about celebrating her birth, but hers and Elena's.

She unzipped her book bag and checked to see if her flask was still in it, it was. She'd never make it through the day with out it. After she grabbed an apple she left, heading down the same trail she always did. But this time someone was watching her.

She pulled a cigarette out of her black book bag, lighting it with her green lighter, then taking a long drag.

"Little young to be smoking aren't ya, hazel eyes?"

Charlotte scoffed, "little old to be stalking fifteen year olds, aren't ya." she mimicked.

The blue eyed man smirked, "I have better things to do than stalk little girls, I was just concerned about your health." he said in an insincere voice.

"Like you care, nobody else does."

"Awe, poor little girl," he mocked.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes, "I'm not a little girl!" she spat.

"You're awfully small, are you sure you're sixteen?" he asked.

"I'm sure," she ground out, "how old are you?"

"I'm one hundred seventy two years old."

"Seriously, you're probably only like twenty two."

"Wrong. Twenty four to be exact."

"I'm Charlie."

"I know, Charlotte Gilbert, the infamous little sister of Elena, it must be hard, living in your sisters shadow."

Charlotte was shocked, who was the guy that dared to talk to her like that, she swung her fist, intending to punch him in the face, but he caught her wrist, holding it in a bone crushing grip.

"Ow." she moaned.

"Don't ever do that again, understand?"

"Yes I understand! Now let go!"

"That's not a very nice way to ask." he chided.

"Please!" she nearly screamed, the pain starting to feel excruciating.

He let go, making her stumble back wards.

"What is wrong with you?" she snarled, stomping off in the other direction.

"It was nice meeting you! The man chided.

Charlotte had to run to make it to school, even then she was ten minutes late. She took a deep breath before going into her first period with Mr. Tanner, taking the last available seat right in front of Matt Donovan.

"Miss Gilbert, how nice of you to join us."

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "nice to see you too, Mr. T."

"As I was saying..." Mr. Tanner droned on and on but Charlotte wasn't listening. She was to busy watching her sister make googly eyes at a new kid.

When the bell rang she sprang out of her seat over to her sister, "whose your new friend?" she asked.

"Stefan this is my little-"

Charlotte cut her off, "younger sister, Charlie." she introduced herself.

Elena narrowed her eyes, "Lottie, this is Stefan Salvatore."

"Be careful with this one, she's got a history of heart breaking." Charlotte said before stalking off. She still hadn't gotten over the fact that Elena had broken up with one of her best friends, Matt Donovan.

She snuck into the bathroom, taking a long drink out of her flask before heading to the next class.

She'd drank a little bit too much, so by lunch time she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. She went outside to sit under a tree so she wouldn't have to let everyone know she was drunk.

Stefan walked over to her, sitting down beside her.

Charlotte smiled, "Stefan, what can I do for you?"

"For starters you can be nicer to your sister-"

"Look if you came here to be mean to me, you can just leave." she slurred.

"Are you drunk?" he asked in an astonished voice.

"Why do you sound so surprised, I'm bad news Stefan, and if I were you, I'd stay away from me."

She stood up, planning on walking off, but Stefan gently turned her back around to face him.

"Look, I wasn't trying to be mean, I just wanted to warn you."

"About what?" she asked curiously.

"Yourself, you're not who you think you are, or at least, you have a special gift."

Charlotte scoffed, "excuse me?" she asked, in a giggling voice.

"Have you been having any strange dreams?"

"No. Look, stay away from me, and my stupid older sister. I might not like her, but nobody else is gonna' screw with her, that's my job, you got it?"

Charlotte stomped off after that. Who the hell did this guy think he was?

When did her life become so complicated?

She knew the answer, when her parents died.

Charlotte sat with her feet propped up on the coffee table, watching Jerry Springer reruns.

Elena came walking down the stairs in a fancy black dress, she kind of looked pretty, but Charlotte would never tell her that.

Jenna whistled, "Where are you going?" she asked her oldest niece.

"To the Grille with Bonnie."

Once Elena opened the door, Stefan stood there with her green leather bound diary, "Stefan, my man, what's up?" Charlotte called from the couch, so she might of still been a little bit drunk.

"Good to see you again Charlie."

Charlotte saluted him, then went back to watching Jerry Springer. Before she knew it, Elena was gone.

She took her feet down then snuggled up in a ball, covering herself with a woven blanket. Slowly drifting off to sleep.

A carriage pulled up in front of a big cottage styled house, two women exited it. One that looked identical to Elena, and one identical to herself.

"Miss Pierce, Miss Riley." A man whose name was Giuseppe Salvatore welcomed. Two men who looked like Stefan and Damon stood behind him.

"Please, call me Katherine. This is my sister, Genevieve."

"Nice to meet you," the one named Genevieve curtsied, "please, call me Vie."

"Katherine, Vie." Damon spoke their names like they were royalty.

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Stefan said, smiling.

"You too, we're all going to have so much fun together." Katherine smiled, no one except her sister knowing how condescending she was being.

"Let the games begin." Genevieve whispered."

Charlotte sat up, gasping for air. What the hell kind of dream was that?

It must the because of the alcohol. Yes, it was the alcohol. She trudged up the stairs to her bed room, climbing into her bed. Not even caring that the light was still on, just laying there, looking up at the ceiling.

AN: let me know what you think! Just a story I've been writing for a while, I already have three chapters done, so if you want more, then REVIEW! :)