Before You Were Mine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to post this update a little earlier. It is fairly long and a lot of things do happen. Also, it does have cute stelena, forwood and bamon moments. :)

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Before You Were- Chapter Twenty-Nine-

-Bonnie-

Gasping for air, I look around the room. She's got her hands pressed against mine, her hair is tied up into a high ponytail and when I try to move, she's up in an instant telling me that it's okay, that everything will be just fine even though I can tell that it won't be.

"Mom.." My voice trails off, breaking a little as I try to turn my arm and cry out from the excruciating pain. Why the hell do all my bones and muscles ache and hurt? Why's my head feel fuzzy and why is my eyesight hazy? What happened? Why am I in the hospital with all these machines and IVs hooked up? All my brains seems to remember is dust and fumes, my ears were ringing and I was completely disoriented from the smoke all around me and then nothing. I remember absolutely, nothing.

"Shhh, everything is okay baby girl. Bonnie, you've been in accident." She tells me without even skipping a beat. My mother reaffirms my already learned knowledge, watching as my darkened and worried glance shifts from her to the tall, dark haired and slightly tan skinned, blue eyed young man standing behind her with his arms crossed over his chest. He's got a wrist band on his left hand that's red and has white letters across it, something with the saying of "what you call a hero, I just call doing my job." He spins it around nervously, looking at me with such interest and sadness as I notice that the wrist band also says "Firefighter" on the other side.

"You remember, Damon. Your fiance. Don't you, honey?" My mother asks encouragingly, prompting me to remember as I squint my eyes towards him and I lean back into my bed, trying to piece the information she's just given me together.

Damon. He's handsome and cute. Blue eyed and he's looking at me with this sad puppy dog like expression. Oh, the puppy dog, lost look in his eyes is heartbreaking.

Damon...Damon...Salvatore? He saved my life. He carried me out of a dark and scary place...Out of a building?

Boyfriend? Yeah, probably. High school crush, college lover? Hm, I could see that!

Wait, did my mother just say that "Damon Salvatore is my fiance?" As in, this guy has asked me to marry him.

Since when?

We probably did hook up and have a thing at one point in between those years of going to school together, I guess. Maybe we hooked up in a bathroom stale inside of a nasty old bar as he pressed his lips against mine too hard, keeping me from moaning out in a pleasurable tone. He looks like he'd be up for those types of things...He looks like a bad boy with a cute face. Which I've always kind of had a soft spot for.

God, I can't remember. I can remember him. Almost all of my time with him. But, for the life of me, I can't remember this "proposal of marriage"

He's hot. I mean he's got really nice blue eyes that I could get lost in, tan skinned, rough fingers that look like he does lots of hard manual labor and that look like they could really drive me crazy if they were pressed in just the right places!

But, you've got to be kidding me with this "fiance" business!

Who would want to put up with someone like me...I am a complicated, feisty, take none of your bullshit type of person. He doesn't look like he'd put up with me or balance me out at all. Am I really supposed to believe that he can?