The Other Gilbert

Bring Him Back

It's an incredible shift; my mindset has changed drastically, and I can't seem to stop myself. Being home alone, for the one night appeared to have changed something. The way I view things, I'm not afraid. It may have something to do with the fact that Damon had gone off to who knows where and had left his bourbon unprotected. I was in his shoes for the night, and somehow I feel like I could see what he's gone through.

All the emotional baggage he carries with him, with all the hatred he holds. I can somehow feel it, but I just don't understand how. Yesterday I roamed around freely, the next I wake up in Damon's bed after I took one sip of bourbon. It's like I'm holding this new found confidence in me, just like the way he carries himself.

The strange feeling of being in the house overtook everything, so I took advantage of the senior prank going on at school to drag myself out of the house.

"Hey Care, I've got the rest of the honey. Where do you want it?" The night where people won't use me as their personal mule will be the day the earth stops moving, but today I'm allowing it. I did freely oblige to this. It's not much of a hassle to carry around the boxes. It takes away from me being at the Salvatore home and being cooped up for my good. I've learned to accept the facts that I can't stay trapped in that house.

She squeals at the sight of the box with all the supplies; I'm not sure why she's been dedicating so much of her time to this stupid senior prank. Considering I am not even a senior, I don't see why she asked for my help.

"Thank you so much!" She gushes and Tyler grabs hold of the box. I give a small nod towards Tyler but try my best to avoid any eye contact with anyone.

"Kor." She places her hand on my shoulder and forcing me to look at her, "Thank you. There's just one more box of extra toilet paper for Bonnie and Matt out back."

"On it cap." I salute her and turn on my heels.

Schools a lot more unsettling with no one around but it seems much more comforting being here then being cooped up in Damon's house. Especially since he's disappeared and I have no idea where he's run off to. I'm running out of blood bags, and I have no clue where the rest of the stash is, if he doesn't show up soon I will destroy his home to find those bags.

The empty parking lot was a strange sight, usually, there was barely any space to walk through. One of the most crowded areas here. I can't stop thinking back at the odd feeling I got back at the Salvatore home. I can't remember anything that led up to me passed out on Damon's bed. I'm not even sure if I took a sip of the bourbon. I didn't even check the study, and I don't think investigating would have helped me.

I grab the box from the trunk and head back to the front entrance. How much toilet rolls did they buy? There's a crazy amount already at school. I frown listening to the soft sounds coming from the back of the school and slowly come to a stop. I slowly I set the box down and head for the noise. The closer I get to the sound, the easier it is for me to make out the groaning. I can feel my blood boiling at the scent of blood, and I pinch my skin trying my best to distract myself from the craving and focus on the body crying out in pain. I jog over and try to get a clear view of the person, and I rush over to the guys side when I notice something sticking out of his abdomen. The moment I reach him, I could psychically feel myself go weak.

"Stefan." I stare frantically at the crowbar lodged into his side. "What the hell?"

"Kory." He coughs out, almost relieved to see me, "Get it out."

My eyes widen staring at the metal sticking from his abdomen. I mutter certain curse words when my hand grips onto the bar. "Okay." I encourage myself not to pay any attention towards the fact that I'm about to pull this out of a body. "What's the worst that can happen? You're already dead." I mutter some words of encouragement to myself, but Stefan doesn't seem to like my choice of words and glares at me. I close my eyes tightly and pull the bar out without any warning. Stefan's head falls back as he tries to mask his screams.