Vamp

Chapter 2

He saved me from dying. He pushed me away from the car that was about to run over me. "Stefan." I remember saying. Stefan saved me? My eyes fluttered opened. I heard monitors and beeping. I saw a white ceiling. I let myself search around the room. I was in a hospital. I was sitting on a hospital bed. I didn't bother sitting up. I just felt like sleeping. I could feel tubes attached to my arm. A needle was planted there. I brushed the bandage on it. I couldn't remember much. My head felt fuzzy. Someone walked towards me and took my hand, "Hey," He whispered. I tried to clear the blur in my eyes. Stefan was in front of me. I didn't bother to feel scared. It took so much energy from me, "Why?" I asked, "Why did you save me?" Stefan's grip on my hand was tighter. He squeezed it, then smiled, "I'm supposed to protect you, Anna," he said, "I'm supposed to help you through your transition." Transition? I'm know what that's for. For me becoming the Teller. I finally figured out a question myself, "I'm supposed to kill you." I said. Stefan shivered a little, but he just shook his head, "I know," he said, "but you don't want to become a monster that just wants to kill every creature that comes. I'm going to train you to control yourself, so you can live a human life."

"But I'm not human." I said. Stefan didn't respond. He Just looked away for a moment. How can he want to protect me? I'm supposed to kill people like him. This doesn't make any sense. "Why are you protecting me?" I asked. Stefan smiled, "You remind me of someone." He said. For a moment I knew I could forget some of this. Since my mom died I've been able to turn off how I feel. I still feel it, but not much. I could just turn off how scared and worried I am. How Damon and Stefan are vampires. I'm a killer. Well, soon to be. I looked at the window. I saw white cloaks floating around. Nurses with clipboards in their hands scribbling words down. a couple walked down the hallway in tear. The man holding the woman as she is trying to cover her mouth to not make a loud sob. This didn't feel safe. Nothing felt very safe here. I'm afraid. Stefan looked at me. He tried to follow my guess, but he realized that I turned my eyes down staring at the white wall.

"Anna?" he asked. I looked at him, "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded my head. But I didn't dare smile. There was nothing to smile about, "Just trying to turn my emotions off." I said. Stefan bent down. He looked concern and frightened, "You know how to do that?" he asked. I nodded my head. Of course I know how to do that. Some other people know how to do it too. Some people just want to forget and emotion. They just want to be released by it. Everyone can do that. Some people just don't know how, "Yes," I responded, "I'm just trying to turn off the scared part of me." Stefan took my hand and used his other hand to stroke my hair. "You don't need to be scared." he said. I shook my head, "I'm not," I responded, "not anymore."

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Some how I feel like have the power to not feel anymore. When I want an emotion to go away, it goes away for awhile. Like it had never exisited. I know its not good to turn off your emotion. That's what makes humanity, but sometimes I just want the pain and stress to float away. I just don't want to feel. It's to much to grieve. Emotions is what kills us. We don't know how to dealt. We think we do, but we don't. We are always broken inside. Shattered beneath our skin. Nothing can be fix. You cant heal. Once something breaks, it will never be the same again. The piece is broken. For good.

My eyes fluttered open. I was still in the hospital. I thought this was all a dream. I was wrong. I still heard monitors all around me. The pinch of the needle in my arm. I brushed my hand against the bandage. I didn't hurt surprisingly. I wanted tot get out of here. I don't like hospitals. Hospitals are just death waiting in the halls. I didn't sit up. I felt too lazy to lift myself. Why am I still here? I felt fine. I bet I can walk. I wasn't going to stay here any longer. I don't want to be here. I took the blanket of me. I took the monitors of me. I pulled the needle out. I could feel it slide out of the inside of my skin. I winced. My bare feet hit the cold tile floor. It sent chill signals through my body. My gown was baggy and big. It felt like paper. I wanted to rip it off, but that would be awkward leaving her in only my bare body. I took one step and did the same again. I actually do still feel really dizzy. I was trying to walk in a straight line, but I couldn't. I felt like I was someone drunk taking those drunk tests or something. I felt myself ready to fall over. I lost my balanced and tumbled down. But before I went head first to the tile floor. Someone caught me from behind. Somebody strong. The muscular arms were familiar. I smiled. It was Stefan obvisouly. I straightened myself.