Shutting things out Kevin|Stefan

I sat on my bed, under my covers, not leaving my room. I've been in my room for three days straight after moving to Crystal Waters with Stefan and the others. It was a lot to take in, especially since I'm no longer a Vampire. I'm a Witch now, and it freaks me out, like no one can imagine. It's like whenever I'm angry, my Magic has a mind of it's own, and it always damages something. Like yesterday. I got mad at dying on my game for my Xbox, and my bedroom window shattered, cutting me on the arm. Stefan healed my wounds that day. I was really scared of Elena because she almost attacked me just from the smell of my blood. Damon and Liz held her back while Stefan took care of my gashes from the glass. I considered my new powers to be a curse. It was so much easier when I was a Vampire. I also had more fun as an Immortal. The super speed, the strength. The only thing I didn't like about being a Vampire was feeding. I always fed on humans. I tried the animal diet that dad had suggested, but it didn't wok out. It only lasted two days, then went back to Human Blood. Suddenly there was a knock on my door. Stefan would be able to open the door, but not walk in. I put a barrier around the doorstep to my room, not letting anyone threw. I won't even let Stefan in because of my deadly Magic. Who knows what it could do. I don't even want to use it, let alone control it.

It had been days since I last heard his voice, let alone see his face. I was growing more worried and impatient with each tick of the clock. Speeding upstairs, I knocked on his door and tried the doorknob, pushing on it, but finding that it wouldn't open. I tilted my head, calling out, "Open the door."
Today was definitely not the time to mess with me. I was moody, not to mention thirsty.

I sighed with a motion of my hand. The door swung open, revealing dad. "Why haven't you talked to me? Is it because I'm not a Vampire anymore?" I asked, my voice completely broken and hurt. Tears flowed down my face, afraid of his answer. I looked away from my father, which was the hardest thing I could ever do. I never did that to him, but ... I don't know what to do anymore ...

Once the door swung open, I felt like falling to my knees. He looked emotionally hurt. Why was I always hurting someone?
Staying strong, I answered, "I thought you needed time to yourself. A new town effects everyone." I sighed, "It doesn't matter whether you're a vampire or not, I will always be there for you."

I instantly got up and walked to daddy. I hugged him while he was down on his knees. "It just hurts, daddy - It hurts!" I screamed. I was referring to the Magic. It causes strains on my body that I've never known was possible. It was ... excruciating.

My eyes were saddened, pleading. Even if he wasn't biologically mine, he was still my son to me. I was like any other father, wanting to take away the pain. I was afraid to touch him, in fear of inflicting more pain upon him. "Is there a way I can take away the pain?" I couldn't bear to see him suffer.

I looked at him with tears in my eyes that were filled with pain and sorrow. I held his head and looked into my dad's eyes. I knew he wouldn't like it, but ... this is the only way to take away the pain. "Turn me," I said silently into his ear.