Broken Memories ⇶ Vampire Diaries

⇠𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7⇢

After what felt like forever Alaric stopped driving. I have no idea where the hell we are. What if he kills me? I don't want to die. I don't think Stefan cares what happens to me. He wanted to get rid of me and he did. Who knows when or if I'll ever see him again? Alaric turned the car off and opened his door to get out. I grabbed my bag and opened mine. I looked around and there were a lot of buildings around. In front of us was a tall building. I think Alaric lives here.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My place," he said and walked up to the door. He pressed a bunch of buttons and it opened. He turned and looked at me as he held the door. "Are you coming?"

"Oh yeah," I mumbled.

"My apartment is on the fourth floor," he stated.

"Apartment?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"What is that?" I asked again.

"It's like a house but I don't own it," he explained.

"Why not?" I asked.

"It's not mine. Someone else owns it and rents it out for people to live in," he stated.

"What does rent mean?" I asked.

"Oh my god," he sighed.

We both walked into the building and up floor flights of stairs. Which seemed to be tiring for Alaric. When we got to a door that I'm assuming is his apartment door he pulled out this metal thing out of his pocket and then put it into the doorknob. He turned it and then opened the door. He stepped back and gestured for me to go in. I hurried into the apartment and I looked around.

To the left was what I think was the kitchen. I remember seeing something about houses in a magazine that one of their nurses showed me. She likes houses. So do other people because there's a whole magazine thing for them. In front of me was the living room. I think that's what it's called. I don't know why it's called a living room. I guess people must do a lot of living here. To the right was a bedroom I think. I'm not sure because there's not a door separating it from the other rooms. The wall looks broken.

"It's small so you're going to have to sleep on the couch," he said as he pointed at the couch.

"Okay," I said. "What did you do to your wall?" I asked.

"I didn't do that," he said.

"Who did?" I asked.

"I don't know, whoever lived here before maybe," he answered.

"Why?" I asked again.

"If I don't know who did it, why do you think I'd know why?" He asked, sounding annoyed.

"I don't know," I mumbled and put my bag on the couch. "What was that thing you used to open the door?"

"What? The key? You've never seen one before?"

"Nope. Can I have one?" I asked.

"Yeah whatever I'll make you one later," he replied.

"Okay," I smiled and sat down on the couch. It's comfortable.

"Food and all that shit is in the kitchen. Bathroom Is through that door right there," he said pointing at a door in the corner.

"You can watch tv or whatever I don't care as long as you don't take or break anything," he stated.

"What's a tv?" I asked.

"Oh my god," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

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