Living With The Slavatores

Chapter 34 - What is wrong with me?

Stephan's POV:

"What are we going to do about Madison?"

The question had come up various times in the past few weeks and yet we could not answer.

"Nothing she left because she wanted to leave we can't force her to come back." I try to calm the group of people around me but it isn't exactly going to plan.

"This is all your fault Damon do you always have to be such an asshole?" Caroline growls.

"Yes it's in my nature and I know I messed up ok? Don't have to keep reminding me."

"So what exactly is the plan here guys?" Darcie asks

"Well...."

Madison's POV:

I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock blasting Rebecca blacks song 'FRIDAY'. You see the song in itself makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a spoon and that's a lot more painful than staying in bed... So I get up.

Jumping in the shower I quickly wash myself and make sure not get my hair wet. I wrap myself in a towel before considering what to wear... Black.

I grab a pair of black tights before putting on my 'Smoke meth and hail satan' top. Funnily enough I don't actually ever remember buying that. I seriously doubt I would forget buying a top like that. Hmm.
Pushing the thought aside I put on a pair of ripped black shorts before brushing out my hair and slipping on my black doc martens.
Most people would never wear such things to work but I'm a photographer, everything I do is 'Art'.

I slip on my duster coat and knot a scarf around my neck, looking out of my window I see it's pouring with rain but for some reason it doesn't bother me enough to want to take my car.

I step outside of my apartment locking the door as I leave, and head my usual route to work shielding myself from the rain as I go.

But something wasn't right. Do you ever get the feeling that your being watched. Honestly? Do you ever feel somebody's gaze burning your back? The feeling makes one quite uncomfortable.

I quicken my pace unconsciously and decide that maybe it's time to take a different route to work. Weighing out my options and not daring to look behind me I decide that I should turn the next corner.

Big mistake.