It's Time To Wake Up, Elena

Chapter 3

Elena's POV 

"New York." I whispered to myself and I opened the garage doors to the storage unit. I haven't been here since my humanity was off... with Damon.

"...Damon." I whispered without thinking. I needed to find him. If I'm awake that means Bonnie is... oh god, Bonnie, I'm so sorry. I snapped out of it. An older man started walking towards me.

"Hey! Miss. You can't be in here unless you have a pass." The guard explained. He eye balled my outfit, I was wearing the beautiful lace blue dress and nude colored heels they dressed me in 60 something years ago.

"S- sorry. I think I'm lost. Can you tell me where we are exactly?" I begged.

"Yeah sure... You're in Manhattan, New York. Are you okay?" He sounded a little freaked out.

"Y- yes. Can I use your phone to call a friend to let them know where I am, please?" I stuttered, sounding nervous.

"Sure..." He said unsure.

"Thanks." I grabbed the phone quickly and dialed Damon's phone number. It rang and after the 3rd ring the operator said, "This number has been disconnected." I wanted to scream but I kept my cool remembering I'm in public. "Thanks so much." I said to the man and returned his phone.

"Okay, Elena Gilbert. Hail a cab." I told myself mentally.

"Shit!" I screamed a lot louder than I meant to. I realized I have no money, no ID, no phone, nothing. Just uncomfortable heels and a dress that went out of style 60 years ago.

Stefan's POV

I called Damon, "Any word from Bonnie?" I was sitting in the library in the Boarding House.

"Nope, and much as I hate to admit it, I think you were right, something's wrong." Damon admitted shamefully.

"Ha, I knew it. But that's not a good thing I was right..." I started getting nervous. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Blondie's house. I was asking her if she's spoken to Bonnie."

"And..." I got up.

"Nothing. She thinks that someone should go drive up there. No me, Bon Bon isn't a big fan of mine right now. And Blondie has your guys wedding to plan. And there's no was Grandpa Matt would do this. So that leaves you, Here Hair."

"Ugh, fine. Call me if you hear anything." I hung up and got into my car and started heading towards Maine.

Elena's POV

It's been about 12 hours since I woke up, it's 5 fucking AM. I'm so tired but I can't sleep on the streets or at least I don't want to, I even considered heading back to the storage unit and sleeping in the coffin one last time but that idea just scared the hell out of me, so we're at stage one again.  I tried calling Damon, but I didn't realize that in 60 years he got a new phone number. Okay, screw it. I'm heading back to the storage unit maybe just maybe someone knows that Bonnie passed away and they're looking for me. Hopefully...

Stefan's POV

I've been on the road for about 10 hours, I'm in a town called Springfield, Massachusetts. I'm really worried about Bonnie, she knows to always pick up her phone, and I mean I called like 13 times, Damon called 7, Caroline called a few, even Matt called, and she still never even shout out a text. What if she's... no - no way... what if. I need to drive faster, NOW.

Elena's POV

I got a good 3 hours of sleep at the storage unit, don't worry, I didn't even go near the coffin, it creeps me out. I'm just going to stay here, I mean I have no money, no car, nothing. (Stomach growls) But I'm starving.

Stefan's POV 

I'm pulling into Bonnie's driveway now. She lives in this cute little suburban place in Portland. Her car is here so that's a good sign. I got out of the car, my palms sweaty thinking about what I could be walking into right now. I knock on the door I've never actually been at Bonnie's house before she would always visit us, not the other way around. I knocked again.

"Bonnie!? It's Stefan!" I yelled into the closed-door and took a peek through the window. This isn't happening. I opened the door and looked inside. No one. I slowly lifted my right foot and walked inside. My face went numb, I haven't been invited inside, I haven't been invited inside. Bon- Bonnie?" I ran through the house. Kitchen, no. Living room, no. Bathrooms, no. Basement, no. I vamped upstairs and walked cautiously into Bonnie's room. There she was, lying on the bed. I walked up to her and shoved her shoulders. No response. Then I listened. I listened for a heart beat, nothing. I backed away from my dead friend.

"N- no. Bon- Bonnie?" A single tear drop fell down my cheek. After a minute of grieving and putting everything together, my thoughts started turning and I looked up.

"Elena."