Saved by a Salvatore

Chapter 20

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007

I’ve shut myself off from the world. I’ve shut myself off from everything. I’ve resigned to my room not wanting to talk, to breathe, to think, to exist. My world is the darkest that it’s ever been. I don’t care about what’s going on outside my door. All I know is that I’m completely alone again. Stefan has stayed with me at night and respected my wish to be left alone in the day. I have noticed Damon lurking about my room. No doubt, he’s admiring his handy work. They were right. They were all right. Lexie warned me. Zach’s warned me. Most of all Stefan’s fought with him over that fact that this might happen.

I heard things breaking downstairs, which indicated that Stefan went through with his warning. My looped song of choice, which I’ve been playing for at least five days now, is Hate Me by Blue October. It’s painful enough to fit my mood perfectly. It blares so loud around the room. Stefan occasionally charges my iPod so it doesn’t die on me while playing. The song does two things for me. It drowns out my crying from the world. And it reminds me of how angry I am at Damon. He actually used everything I’d ever told him against me. All my insecurities, all my issues, all my pain, he used it all. He got me to trust him. He got me to fall harder and faster and deeper in love with him than I have with anybody and he drove a knife through my heart. Why do this to me? Damon’s not a nice person. Lexie’s voice rattles in my head making me punch my pillow. I’ve gone from laying and crying. To sitting and crying. To pacing and crying. I want to hate Damon, but at this point, how can I? Zach and Stefan have been great in getting me to eat. Everything else just seems unnecessary. Stefan literally had to pick me up and carry me into the shower. I refused to help him in any way. I just slump there and if it weren’t for him holding me up, I would’ve gladly laid in the tub and waited for the water to drown me. I don’t care to relive him bathing me, conscious this time. I guess it’s nice to know that Stefan’s not afraid of a woman’s body. I just don’t want to be here anymore. And there’s my revelation.

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Tuesday January 9th , 2007

I’ve finally started doing things for myself. I’ve turned the music off. I’m not okay but I can function. Picking out my outfit for the day, a light pink camisole with white flared trousers and those champagne colored heels that send me flying to the bed and crying my eyes out again. I hear footsteps inter the room and someone sits next to me and rubs my back. Leaning up, I see it’s Stefan. Sitting up, I throw my arms around his neck and sob harder.

“Why did he do this to me?” I ask. I know he doesn’t have any answers, I just have to ask the questioned to someone who isn’t my pillow. He says nothing just holds me.

After a long while I release him. As I stand, he stands to.

“You fought him didn’t you? I heard things being broken.” I sniff back tears

“I’d do anything for you. You know that.” he says

“ Well can you do one more thing for me?” I ask

“Anything you want.” he smiles

“Get me out of here.” I whisper

“You wanna leave?” he frowns

“I have to. Stefan if I stay here I’ll die. I can’t be around him. Please.” I urge him

“Where will you go?” he asks

“I’m not going back to Chicago. But, I have an idea.” I tell him

“Where?” he urges me

“No Stefan. You’ve been the brother I never had. I love you and I’ll never forget you. But, maybe it’s better if we part ways for good.” I say searching his eyes

“You’ll be okay?” he asks

“Thanks to you, yes I’ll be fine.” I urge.

“Okay then. I’ll call you a cab for tomorrow.” he says frowning

“Thank you so much for everything.” I say throwing my arms around his neck again.

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Wednesday January 10th, 2007

After I’m dressed in a one-shouldered brilliantly maroon micro mini dress with the cream heels Stefan got me in Chicago. I’ve packed everything I’ve ever bought while being in Mystic Falls. In a box on my bed, I leave everything I’d ever gotten from Damon; jewelry, shoes, the cell phone, little trinkets, little love letters, everything. I want no memory of him. I can’t have any memory of him.

As I’m putting the final nail in the coffin of my time in the Boarding House, I hear from behind me, “Please don’t leave.” It’s Damon and he sounds like the Damon I know. My Damon. No, I have to let him go.

“You don’t love me remember? I’m the shiny toy that you played with and got tired of.” I say keeping my back turned to him.

“No Kit. You’re not. I don’t know why I said any of that. Please stay. Please forgive me.” he says. I hear him walk closer to me.

“You think I’d be stupid enough to stay and let you play me again. I’m not a toy and I refuse to be treated as such.” I choke out.

Wrapping his arms around me, he says” You wore this dress to taunt me.”

“You’re out of your freaking mind! I’m won’t let you distract me the way you always did. You won’t convince me to stay. I can’t be around you. So let me go.” I almost shout and jerk my way out of his arms.

“Please, let me make this right.” he pleads

“There is nothing to make right. You once said that Mystic Falls could be my home. It was my home for a while. I did what Stefan brought me here for. I’m done here and now I’m moving on.” I walk over and take my bags from the door and make my way downstairs. I hear Damon in the room I just left, “She left everything?” Yes Damon, I’ve left everything that meant something to me regarding you.

Stefan comes into the front door. “Your cab’s here. Can I take your bags?” he says frowning.

“Stefan” I sob as drop my bags and I throw my arms around his neck. “I’m gonna miss more than you know.”

“I’m gonna miss you to Kit.” he says hugging me before taking my bags and bringing them to the car. From the stairs I hear rapid footsteps, knowing it’s Damon. Zach said his goodbyes last night and didn’t wanna get emotion when I actually left.

“Kit please! I can make it right. I promise. Just Stay.” he says desperately as he grabs my face and he kisses me as if his life depended on it.

“I can’t.” I say when he pulls away to search my eyes for any sign that I’ll give in.

“What do you want? I‘ll do anything.” he once I’ve released myself from his arms.

“Goodbye Damon.” I say as Stefan reenters the house.

Without taking a second look back, I walk out the door. Standing there admiring the house became my home for a number a months, I hear Stefan grunt, most likely being punched, and I hear Damon shout, “How could you be so stupid and help her leave?”

“You broke her heart Damon. What’d you think would happen?” Stefan says

“You and I are done forever.” Damon snarls

I get in the cab, take one last look at the house, and motion to the driver the leave.

I didn’t know how I’d feel leaving a house, a town that I’d grown to love wholeheartedly. I’ve overstayed my welcome. I’m better and it’s time for me to move on. I know just the place. I’m headed to Miami to visit an old backup dancer who became my greatest friend before I left RCA. My story’s not over. This is my new beginning.

　

　

The End….for now.