I force my eyes open the thudding of my head is like a beat to a real shitty song ringing through me, a few pricks of pain make me wince every few seconds from all over my body, I'm freezing! Although my eyes are open I feel blind I open and close them a few times then decide to keep them closed before I vomit. I breathe the coldness, I'm outside? I open my heavy tired eyes again and I'm very much outside, I feel the goosebumps raising the hairs on my arms, I'm uncontrollably shaking. I'm in the woods? What am I doing here? I try my hardest to scream or shout but nothing, I'm silent I feel myself slowly drifting back off to sleep.....
~few hours earlier/after the dance~
I face planted the floor how embarrassing is that? I pull myself back up trying not to look at the obvious staring crowd of people but I can't help it they're laughing they're all laughing at me...stop laughing, please stop laughing, they are pointing everyone laughing and pointing at me....please stop!. I run I'm out of the door and I'm running like I have never ran before to say I'm drunk I'm probably running in a zig zag but those people were laughing at me I couldn't stay I can't do this why did I think for a second I could be happy I can never be happy I'm not Elena Gilbert if I'm happy, here I am running away from yet another problem I'm so going to hell. I head towards the old Lockwood place there's supposed to be a after party maybe I'll find my friends. I reach the old Lockwood place and it's empty there's not a soul in sight, but where is everybody? "Hello! Yas? Jeremy?, is anyone here" I yell but all I hear is the squirrels in the bushes running away, I scared them, like those people scared me. I sit on an old tree stump kicking the leaves with my bare feet holding my heels in my hands, I need a ride home.I look around and I'm not actually anywhere near the Lockwood place I'm... I'm nowhere, where am I ? I need to go home but which way is home? Which way did I come from? My dads going to kill me! I don't have my bag so I don't have my phone or my money I have nothing and nobody just as usual. I hear twigs snapping leaves crunching, I know I love the whole autumn season but not at this moment in time.
"HELLO? Is anybody here?" I shout as loud as I possibly could but there's no answer just the sound of twigs snapping gets closer and closer, there's somebody my vision is a little blurry from the booze but he definitely has a black hoody "excuse me can you help me?" No reply they just stand there like they're a tree. Oh why did I run? The person begins walking towards me I don't like the way they look, at all. I leap down from the tree stump and walk onwards away from them but they still follow, I pick up my pace more and more every few seconds I'm ahead of them by far, I'm going to be okay, I keep telling myself that the faster I run I will end up home.
I stop looking back I just keep running my feet getting stabbed by thorns and snapped twigs, the leaves under my feet are damp from the cold my feet are numb, I can't feel them but I'm still running I run until I'm no longer running... I'm falling...rolling I'm doing flips my arms hitting the floor my back scraping the earth..I stop, I'm still I attempt to get up but I can't, I hurt too much, I crawled as far as I can but it probably wasn't far at all.
It wasn't long before I hear the foot steps again "please.. please don't get me" I cry as they get closer and closer I see their shadow I see them "let me go" I still cry, he crouches in front of me I can't see his face it's foggy but I can see the shadow of him in front of me as I stirred my mind to try help myself see or anything but it doesn't work my focus is just so off point "don't be scared" his voice was quiet but clear in my ears "I'm not scared" I whisper his eyes change to a darker colour then a red-ish colour and dark pulsing veins appear underneath he looks pure evil but I'm drunk so who knows what he actually looks like. He begins kissing my neck for a second I think he might rape me but I'm not scared why should I be scared he told me not too. I nips a little then a lot I squealed out loud in pain it freaking hurts but I'm not scared what is this man doing to me? Is he going to kill me?
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Reckless Love
FanfictionA Delena fanfiction. Could be good could be bad! Plenty of heartache and heart break, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Elena Gilbert and her run ins with Damon Salvatore were they all really such a coincidence?