Catching A Snowflake (Damon Fanfiction)

Chapter 22: Snowflake

Evangeline P.O.V.

With each punch, I could feel the anger, pain and rage slowly diminishing. It was like a thick shadow of doubt that was covering me to feel this way. I wanted to get rid of it. I wanted to be free of it.

"You've been doing that for an hour, you sure you're alright?" Alaric asked as he entered his office room. I ceased my punching on the punching bag I had strung up and shook my head. "I'm fine, just need to let out a little steam," I answered, raising my fists and punching some more.

"Its almost time for school you should really get going," Alaric's face came into view as he appeared in front of me, worried.. I didn't lose my concentration, instead just continue punching the living daylights out of the bag. "I'll be done soon, I'll meet you back at school," I said dismissing him.

Alaric scratches his head and sighed in frustration. "Alright, you sure you'll be fine?" He reluctantly says. "Yes," I briefly said waving him away. I needed to be alone. I needed to be surrounded with my thoughts. I continued punching the bag until I heard Alaric leave.

Once I was alone, I attacked the bag with so much force its a wonder the thing didn't crack. And Alaric was wrong, I haven't been doing this for an hour. I stayed up all night just punching and pondering over my thoughts. Over Bonnie's confession. Over the fact that they would risk my life like that. And most of all, how Damon could've just killed me like that just to get Katherine back.

The very thought causes me to rage once more. After everything I did, everything I sacrificed. All for nothing! That deal with Damon was just proving to be more of a pain in the ass type of thing then ever. It was because of him, my friends think I was siding with the bad guy. Couldn't they see I was doing it for them?!

Nothing I ever do was for me! It was all for them! I let out a scream of frustration before my fist went in contact with the bag. The bag swung wildly from the force as I breathe harshly, trying to get as much air as possible.

"Goddammit!" I shouted, pushing the bag as hard as I can and slump on my knees with my head buried in my hands. I was so tired. And exhausted, but I couldn't bring myself to sleep. Sleeping was harder now. Even if I could I was afraid of what I might see in my dreams.

So as I lay there, breathing ragged and eyes closed, I decided to get up and get ready for school. The rage was gone for now. But I know it'll come back soon. Sighing, I stood up and zipped up my jacket before quietly leaving the room with my bag and headed back home to change.

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"Im late, I know. I know. Sorry, It won't happen again," I smiled sheepishly watching as Alaric nods me to sit down. His gaze linger on me a while longer until I realise he was looking at my clenched hands around my books. My knuckles were red and some even had a little blood on them. I didn't even realise I was hurt.

Everybody in the classroom stares at me curiously before listening back to whatever Alaric has to say. Alaric secretly shoots me a look knowing he and I will talk after school. As I tried to choose where I sat, the only places that were available was near Elena, my dear twin. And on top of that, Stefan sat behind her.

Surprising really since Elena rarely goes to school now and the fact Stefan must've graduated a long, long time ago. If it was up to me I would just stay at home and do something worth while. Say like do more research about this Lily Gilbert. And figuring out a plan that will stop Damon from lashing out at my family and friends.

As I move to sit down, I avoided their concern looks and just looked down onto the floor making sure the scarf around my neck was covered slightly from where Damon had grabbed me. This had nothing to do with them. They were the ones that put me in danger after all. I was forced to wear a long turtleneck to cover up the bruise but I then realise the bruise went so much higher then that, so I had to cover it with a scarf.