The Other Gilbert

We're Going On A Hike

Today was just another day to cross off on the meaningless calendar hanging on my bedroom wall. I've been up for almost two hours and still haven't made a move out of bed. I'm not sure if Elena or Jeremy are even home but I didn't feel the need to check. Usually Alaric or the alarm clock would have woken me up and we'd made me some breakfast, which I would end up helping him with before he'd burn the house down. I didn't want to let it bother me that he moved out, I didn't even want to become attached to the man but he was close to being the only father figure I've ever had in my entire life.

It feels like eternity since the day aunt Jenna had died, but it hasn't been four months since the sacrifice. My fists clench tightly onto my duvet just thinking about the British accent that kept ringing in my ears, the original who ruined my life. How easily he made me feel weak and useless, then my mind went back to the fact that in just a short amount of time too many things had gone wrong. Most them were thanks to the originals in town.

I jump at the sound of my alarm going off, nearly giving me a heart attack. The images and headaches I've been getting have not made an appearance today or yesterday and I could not be more grateful. I've never been more confused when it comes to the blurred images, sometimes wonder if they could be relevant to future events. The pictures of Jeremy and gun in someones hand was the most relevant images I had ever seen. He was shot by the sheriff, there couldn't be anymore relevance there. That would be crazy if there could be any connection, I'd think I'd lose my mind.

Pulling myself out of bed, I grabbed some spandex, loose tee and a plaid shirt. Deciding on having a stay in day, it was already twelve in the afternoon, I wasn't convinced on leaving my home. My assumptions were right when I made my way downstairs after checking Jeremy and Elena's room. I think Jeremy was at work and Elena was probably off again on the hunt for Stefan. It felt odd just sitting in the living room watching re-runs of random comedy televisions shows, while eating a pint of ice cream on the couch. It felt like someone living a non-vampire werewolf life would do. I surf through the channels, passing through infomercials with a terrible supporting actor trying to sell a blender or vacuum of some sorts. I was there, sitting on the couch, watching boring infomercials did I realize that the only exciting thing that has happened to me today was the fact that I found ice cream in the freezer. The past months I have gone on crazed dangerous adventures with a group of supernatural creatures, kidnapped more than once and here I am enjoying this pint of ice cream like all that has never happened.

I twist the spoon inside the cardboard cup of ice cream, just mindlessly playing around with small Oreo chunks mixed inside. I have lost my appetite, the images of the deaths I have witnessed, all the blood, it kept replaying in my head. What am I gonna do? I don't want this, but here I am, all on board for any crazy situation thrown at me or my friends.

The sound of the door opening, with footsteps following right after, left me unfazed too caught up in my thought's to even care about the person who had walked in. I somewhat expected it to be either, Elena, Jeremy, Matt looking for Jeremy or Damon looking for Elena. My eyes were averted from the horrible enthusiasm shown on the middle age lady's face to the body blocking the television screen, "So it's for option four." I mutter staring at the body who still hasn't moved away from the screen. "What do you want Damon, Elena's not here." I said with a tight voice.

After the night Damon got bit, after he told me that he's always liked me. I've pushed it away, because I know it was just a in the moment kind of thing. He wouldn't have said those things if he wasn't on the brink of death, I can still remember him telling me that no matter what Elena will come first. So if that means, if I am about to face death and so was Elena there will be no compromise, there will always be save Elena first. I'm not good with that.

"I know she's not here. I'm here for you."

I look at him with a vacant stare, I already understood where this was heading. Always having to save Elena from her stupid ideas now a days, can't seem to understand that her plans usually end up getting herself killed or the people around her. "Damon can't you see?" I pointed out chuckling, "I'm on a rest day, you know something people do to get away from things that put stress in their lives." Wagging my spoon around trying to let get the point.