Matt's Pov:

   Matt was beyond confused. Once again, everyone left him out of what's going on. In a course of a couple of hours, the group manage to befriend one of their biggest enemies who tried to kill them on numerous occasions, Lexi rose from the dead, and a bunch of hybrids started chasing them because of some game? He didn't know. This whole thing is just one big brain fuck.

   The drive to the boarding house was silent due to everyone processing what the hell just happened. Caroline was leaning on Stefan, clutching on to his arm life her life depended on it. But Stefan wasn't paying her any mind. In the rear view window, Matt could see Stefan staring into space unaware of his surroundings. 

   The first car that pulled up to the boarding house was Damon's car. He made sure Bonnie got out of the car safely and had the rest of the vampires in the car, Katherine and Lexi, surround her to "protect her". In return Bonnie swatted the back of his head and yelled, "I DON'T NEED PROTECTION!!"

   Matt pulled up to the front of the boarding house, not bothering to park it properly, hopped out and started speed walking towards the house. He was followed by Elena who had to jog to keep up with him.

   "Matt! Matt!" He whipped around to face her.

   "WHAT!?" She flinched at his shouting but still continued to walk towards him, this time slower.

   "I just wanted to know if you're ok.."

   "I'm fine!! No really I'm fine!! I'm freaking peachy!!" Elena bit the bottom of her lip.

   "I know I how you feel. Ok? We all are feeling that right now." Bonnie and Damon who were still at the front door bickering with each other stopped and turn to see the commotion.

   "It Mutt having a bitch-fit?" Bonnie slapped his chest. "What?"

   "No Damon I'm not having a bitch-fit! I'm having a 'I just almost got killed because I'm associating with the supernatural'-fit."

   "That wasn't even clever," Damon mumbled.

   "I'M TOO UPSET TO MAKE IT CLEVER!!"

   "Matt," Bonnie interfered. "Calm down."

   "Calm down? CALM DOWN?!? YOU GUYS LEFT ME OUT OF YET ANOTHER BIG DECISION(teaming up with Katherine) AND IT ALMOST GOT ME KILLED!!!"

   "Technically," Katherine began stating. "Stefan almost got us killed because they used a locator spell to find Damon and drop him off."

"Uggghhh." He ran into the house, up the stairs and into a random room. He didn't care who's room it was, he did however make sure the door was lock. Like that'll stop them. He was the weakest one of out of the bunch, except for Elena. He didn't like this. He didn't like that he couldn't protect his friends. That he couldn't protect Bonnie. Bonnie was like a sister to him and he wasn't ready to lose her like his lost Vicky.

Sigh. Vicky. If Vicky was here, she would do this thing she did when they were little. She would get a furry blanket and wrap it around him and make sure it covers his whole face. Matt thought that if he couldn't see the monster, he couldn't be afraid of him. Then she would embrace him and whisper comforting things. She did this all the way until she was 16. That was when she started partying and dating.

Matt sat on the bed which was in the many empty guest room in the Salvatore's Boarding house. He thought about Vicky and all the little things they did with each other and then he remembered something.

Matt just got home from school. He was away from all the sympathy glances and the people asking him if he was ok. His mother wasn't home, but that was ok. She was never home. He should have stayed home and he knew that. Part of grieving is getting some alone time with yourself. But Matt didn't want to grieve. Grieving showed vulnerability and Matt had no time to vulnerable.

The first thing he did was throw his book bag on the living room floor. It didn't matter, the floor was already littered with alcohol bottles. Although his mother was never there, she did take her daughter's death to heart.

He ran straight towards his room and was about to jump on his bed to curl up and dream his problems away, but he spotted a red vial laying on his bed. On further inspection, he notice that the vial was actually clear, but there was red liquid inside. He saw a note next to the vile. He hesitantly picked up and noted that whoever wrote this was shaking.

"Dear Matty, if you are reading this I am dead. I know this sounds crazy, but there is a world beyond what we imagined. There are actually vampires in this world. A guy with dark hair and blue eyes turned me into one. I sound insane right now, but have I ever lied to you? I know this probably won't be the last time Mystic Falls comes into contact with the supernatural, so I put my blood inside of vial, in case you ever get into danger. I've just learn that vampire blood heals humans. I have to go. I love you Matty. I always will.

-Love Vicky."

Matt stared at the letter confusingly. This couldn't be Vicky. This letter sounded crazy. Vicky wasn't like this. She never believed in the supernatural....but what if it was her. What if it was her last goodbye.

At this point, Matt was in so much pain from losing his actual sister that he would believe anything. He set down the letter and slowly reached for the vial. The vial already had a rope on top of it so he could just easily place it around his neck. Carefully he slid the it around his neck and breathed in expecting something to happen. Nothing did happen. Nothing except for a warm feeling simmering inside of Matt's chest. He exhaled and allowed a tear to fall down his cheek.

The vial! Matt completely forgot about that. Now that he knew that the supernatural does exist, he had no doubt in his mind that Vicky was the one who gave him the blood filled vial. He reached inside his grey shirt and pulled it out. He ripped the rope from his neck and just sat there staring at his sister's last gift. He closed his eyes and inhaled. His eyes swooped opened with determination and he pulled the top off the vial and in one gulp, he swallowed the whole thing. He didn't remove the vial from his mouth until he knew that he drunk ever last drop of it. He know what he had to do next.

Quickly he went down the stairs, not knowing how long how much time he had. None of the vampires he knew was clear on that. He just know he had to make it to the kitchen. To get to the kitchen he had to make it pass the living room. His plan was just to pass everyone and not say anything. In the middle of his plan he was stopped by Damon.

"Hey Mutt, sit down. Group discussion." He paused, mentally debating whether or not he should. He decided to keep on walking but again he was stopped. This time by Elena.

"Matt, are you ok?"

"YES!" Everybody looked startled by his yelling, although didn't know why after his outburst earlier. "I mean. Yeah I'm fine. I'm just really thirsty. I'm sorry about my outburst an hour ago. I'm just...stress." Elena nodded understandingly. He took that as cue to exit the room.

When he was in the kitchen the first thing he did was head for the drawers near the sink. He promptly slid the drawer open and digged around in there until he found what he needed. He pulled out a large stake knife and gazed at it. He knew if the others knew what he was doing they would immediately try to stop him. He carefully slid the knife down the front of his pants trying not slice his.....you know.

This time when he passed the group, he walked slow and waddled a little bit. Everybody looked at him confusingly.

"Matt...what are you doing?" Bonnie asked cautiously.

"He saw Elena and got a hard-on," Katherine snickered. "Obvi." Elena blushed furiously and glared at Katherine. Matt's face too became red and began fumbling for an answer.

"What—thats not—I didn't....." He was interrupted by Damon.

"Matt please, we're having a serious discussion. If you don't want to join us, go back to the room you ran into after your bitch-fit." Matt furrowed his eyebrows in frustration, but took Damon's advice.

As soon as he entered the room he looked the door and slowly pulled the knife from his crotch area.

"Ok Matt," He said to himself. "If you want to back out now, nothing's stopping you." He sighed. "Vicky didn't raise a little bitch." And with that he brung the huge knife to his throat and slit his throat. He fell to the floor, clutching his neck as huge amount of dark red blood gushed from the wound he caused himself. After of 5 minutes of gasping for the oxygen he could never get back, his body was officially drained of blood and he laid dead on the guest room floor of the brothers who made his life this depressing.