Mine

Chapter 15

I had been drawing for about 15 minutes. I drew the outside of the Salvatore house. I heard a door open so I covered my drawing.

Damon: So this is where you've been hiding out.

I didn't answer. He looked at the empty bottle of bourbon.

Damon: You drank all of that? *I nodded* And your not drunk??* I shook my head* Weird.

He came over to me and sat down. I could feel his eyes on me but I kept mine on my paper. 

Damon: Well what do we have here? *He grabbed my drawing*

Me(Bri): Hey! Give it back!

Damon: Wow. Impressive. We have an artist in the house! *I grabbed it back from him*

Vicki came running in. Again.

Vicki: Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?

Me(Bri): No

Damon: Yes *We looked at each other then back at Vicki*

Me(Bri): Yes

Damon: No.

Vicki: Ookay then. Come one! Let's have fun! *She ran out*

Me(Bri): You heard her, go have fun!

Damon: Ok.

He turned around to walk away but turned right back around. He grabbed me and swung me over his shoulder. I squealed.

Me(Bri): Damon what are you doing? Let me go! *I couldn't help but laugh*

It seemed like he was walking forever until he put me down in Stefan's room. He and Vicki trashes his room by throwing things around. I looked at the table to my right, which had candles and books, but what caught my eye was a small white picture. I went over to the table and picked it up. It said "Katherine Pierce, 1864" I felt bad for Stefan and even Damon. They lost Katherine. I know they loved her. Stefan keeps saying it was never real and she compelled him but I just think he's in denial because he's mad at her for what she did to them. I think his love for Katherine was real, but after he found out what she was, she had to compel him. I know he isn't using Elena because of her looks. He told me why he's with her and I think he really does love her.

Me(Bri): Is this her?

Damon: What? *He came over to me*

Me(Bri): Her. Katherine.

I gave the picture to him. He immediately looked sad.

Damon: Yes.

Me(Bri): I'm sorry. *He looked at me with confusion* About Katherine. You lost her too.

He slammed the picture down on the table. I jumped.

Me(Bri): I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

Damon: It's fine.

He walked downstairs and Vicki followed. I'm so stupid. I knew how he felt about that. I shouldn't have brought it up. I walked downstairs to see Damon and Vicki slow dancing. I sat down on the couch. I saw Vicki with tears on her cheeks. Oh god. Well this is going to be a blast!

Vicki: My mom spends most of her time in Virginia Beach with Pete. He drives trucks. I don't remember my dad, but from what I gather he's not worth remembering.

Damon: Your life is so pathetic. *I scoffed*

Vicki: Yeah. I mean, I'm the screwed-up one. Matt's got it so easy. He's the golden boy! I mean he's gonna get a football scholarship, marry Elena, get a lawn mower and have som babies.

I rolled my eyes. Then my face filled with confusion. A lawn mower. Wait a lawn mower? What??

Vicki: And when I think of my future, I just come up black.

Damon: You are so damaged.

I rolled me eyes again. Her? I thought. You have no idea.

Vicki: Yep.

Damon: I mean you don't have a hint of self-esteem.

Vicki: Nope, none.

I couldn't help but laugh. Luckily it was quiet enough for only Damon to hear.

Damon: I think I know what can help you.

Vicki: Whats that?

I kept laughing.

Damon: Death. *He snapped her neck*

I stopped laughing and gasped.

Me(Bri): What the hell is wrong with you?!?!

Damon: Well-

Me(Bri): You know what? Don't tell me! I already know how sick and twisted you are!

Damon: Relax she had my blood in her system.

Me(Bri): Yeah I know I'm not an idiot like you! *He glared at me*

He came towards me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up. In a flash we were in front of the door to the cell.

Damon: You shouldn't have said that.

Me(Bri): Maybe so, but I sure as hell don't regret it.

He opened the door and threw me to the floor. I winced in pain when I felt a sharp sting in my arm. He closed the door and sped away. I sat up against the wall and looked at my arm. They was blood gushing out. There was blood everywhere and there was a huge rock stuck in it. I braved myself for the pain. I started pulling out the rock. I tried to be soft but in order to get the rock out I had to dig my fingers into the wound and around the rock. I tried my best to keep quiet but I let out a few small screams and cries. When I got the rock out a wave of relief washed over me. My arm still hurt like hell, but the worst was over. I slid to the floor and stared at the ceiling. I started to see starts. Black dots here and there. I let out a laugh before falling into a deep sleep.