Paris || TPD [1]

[4] "Beeping.."

The consistent beeping is beginning to annoy me so much that i want to burn a building, like when an alarm clock first goes off.

White. Probably the most brightest of all colors besides yellow, god i hate the color yellow.. It's like it knows its the epitome of happiness and everyone around it is inviting it. I might seem like a freak, talking about how a color has a mind.

"Ms. Reed, I'm glad to see you okay. But I'm going to need to ask you a few questions."

"It's not like I really have a choice.." I mutter, I wave my hand signaling Sheriff Forbes to continue. She only sighs at my behavior, I've known Liz for as long as I can remember. I mean she was one of my best friends mom, how could I not know her?

"Did you happen to see Vicki Donavan at all throughout the party?" My neutral face drops and becomes stoic.

"No."

"Did you happen to see what happened to Steve Pervie?" She pauses at my confused face "The man who was knocked out next to you?"

"No." I said quickly "All I remember was him.. Pulling a move then I was knocked out."

"That'll be all." The cops left and she looked back "It was nice seeing you again Paris, come by for dinner sometime. Caroline and I miss seeing you face around."

I nod my head and watch her leave the room, I look down at the pearl white bed sheets. Not one bit of dirt on it..

Flashes of the man grabbing my shirt and it ripping off replays in my head, it only proving that it really happened and that I was almost a subject to.. Rape. The thought of that makes my heart stop, if whatever happened didn't.. I would have been stripped off something so valuable and sacred that represent these sheets. Would be stained forever like having you period in a pair of white jeans.

I'm not going to say that this certain event did not affect me because it sure as hell did but I'm not going to let it effect how i live my life or change my attitude.

"Hi." A cheerfully, raven-haired man entered the room "I just so happen to overhear you talking to the po-po.. I wanted to know why you lied about Mr. Pervert."

"I-I have no idea what your talking about, but I think that I need some sleep. You know hitting your head on a rock really affects a gal."

He smirks and walks toward me, I've never been so intimidated by someone just by the way they walk. It almost makes me want to have that affect on others. I really need to stop thinking about this kind of stuff in these kind of situations--

He grabs my wrist and I think about Mr. Pervert as this guy said "Don't touch me!" I shoved him away barely doing anything but only causing him to remove his iron grip from me. "Ask me what you want but just.. Don't touch me."

He holds his arms in the air in a mock surrender "Damon. So why did you lie to the police?"

"I was embarrassed.."

He raised his eyebrows curiously, so I continued "I didn't want to look weak."

"And why would you look weak?" He asked "Did this man.. Happen to actually do something besides push you into a rock?"

I am directed back to the pearly white sheets, I hate the color white. It's like it knows its perfect, I think I have a problem with colors. "No. Can you leave? Ever heard of stranger danger?"

"Ever heard of answer my questions or you wont die?" He flashes a pair of fangs as his eyes turn red with bulging veins underneath them.

"Fucking hell." I whispered, I like this fucking town is a beacon of weird shit. "Okay he pulled a move.. Without consent. Nothing major happened, thanks to me."

He nods his head "So you didn't see anything else happen last night?" I shook my head and he smiles "Good."

He walks up to me and grabs both of my shoulders "Don't scream. You will totally forget this conversation and my face and go about how you felt before you met me."

My eyes are only wide and all I can do is nod, I feel like there is more to what he's doing. A nurse walked in to see him holding me "Sir, I'm going to see an I.D."

He also walked up to her and looked into her eyes "You never met me.. Treat your patient."

She nods her head with a dazed look and he whooshed away like he'd never been here. The nurse only messes around with the I.V and asked me if I'm feeling okay.

"Why didn't you take that mans I.D?" She looks at me confused like there wasn't a single person in this room when she entered. "I'm joking, I.. Uh.. Having an imaginary friend that only I can see."

She only nods her head leaving the room concerned about my mental health no doubt. My only question is how did he erase her mind and not mine?

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Chapter 4 was only based in the hospital room which was totally boring and I'm sorry but i wanted to give you insight on how she was feeling plus a little bit of Damon Salvatore.. Fangirling to the max over here btw.

But they did not have a moment just to warn you, him meeting her was more of a...idk like a warning but also making sure she didn't see Vicki 'die'. But I do hope LOVE this book so far ;) because I know I do!

hahah please vote and comment.. Does it help if i say there a ransom and I'd only publish the next chapter if I get atleast 10 votes then I will continue writing?

No?

Okay.. Enjoy life.

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