𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

I'm not going to say it, but I'm going to say it. This party is depressing the hell out of me. It literally puts the press in Depression. I don't know why all of sudden a wave of grief and sadness has washed over me, but it's smothering me. I feel like I can't breathe in this room, in this party, in this house.

The urge to jump up and run out the front door is like a lump in my throat. I sit up straight in my seat trying to maintain my calm, cool, and shadily collected facade. Which probably went out the window an hour ago as I gulp down glass after glass of champagne. I convinced myself that I was freaking out because of Stefan and his plan, but I know that's not the case.

Ever since I let Elena call me Sam I can't help but feel this guilt eating away at me. Every time I hear her say it I want to throw up. I mean I know I literally told her that she could, but I couldn't tell her no. I honestly just want to go home and wallow in my grief.

I stand up from my seat and straighten out my dress. I scope out the crowd trying to look for anyone who could give me a ride home. I would leave by myself but Stefan drove me and seeing as I refuse to speak to him, I need a plan b.

The first person I spot happens to be the older brother of my green eyed boyfriend.

"Damon!" I call to him interrupting him from whatever conversation he was apart of. He takes long strides over to me.

"My dear Aria, how may I be of service?" He mocks with a sarcastic smirk. I stare blankly at him.

"I need you to take me home" I tell him watching as Caroline eyes us carefully from the other side of the room.

"What, why?" Damon asks genuine concern lacing his voice. I look back at him.

"I need to leave, I can't be here anymore with these..." I trail off glancing around comfortably folding my arms.

"People" I grit out through a clenched jaw. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

I frown up at him, pleading him with my eyes.

"Damon, please" He sighs and reluctantly nods leading me out the back door.

We walk until we're out of sight. I look around to make sure the coast is clear before turning back to Damon.

Damon grabs my hand. He looks down at me before gesturing to my arms.

"You might wanna hold on" He says causing me to wrap my other arm around his.

I nod to tell him that I'm ready. Damon speeds off.

They really don't tell you how fucking nauseous vampire speed makes you. Rule number one for vamp speed safety, keep your eyes closed.

Damon finally stops on my porch. I let out a deep breath as I hold a hand to my head to stop its spinning. Damon places his hands on my shoulders when I started leaning back.

"Slow down there sleeping beauty, don't need you falling out. I'd never hear the end of it" Damon smirks playfully. After I regain my balance his hands fall by his sides.

"So now that you're coherent" He jokes as a small smile graces my lips.

"You gonna tell me what happened back there?" He asked with an expecting raised eyebrow. I sigh with a roll of my eyes.

"Nothing is what happened back there" I grumble with a pout.

Damon gives me a look. I huff dramatically while throwing my hands up.

"It was nothing. Just a little bit of social anxiety, no big deal" I lie straight through my teeth.

"Really, you had social anxiety" Damon chuckles not believing a word I say.

I glare at him while sassily crossing my arms. He throws his hands up in mock surrender.

"Fine don't tell me, save it for sweet little Stefan" He sarcastically sighs sadly. I roll my eyes for the 20th time tonight.

"Good night, Damon" I bid urging him to leave.

"Sweet dreams, dear Aria" Damon says as I open my front door. He doesn't leave until I close and lock the door.

I make my way up the stairs and to my bedroom. I toss my phone and purse in a chair then kick off my heels before plopping on my bed. I let out a heavy sigh.

"Welcome back, Depression. I definitely did not miss your bitch ass"

It's the next morning and I'm laying my bed just staring at the side of my dresser. I don't feel like moving or doing anything for that matter. I just want to lay here and do nothing.

I stare at the dresser as my eyes begin to burn from forgetting to blink. Waters starts to build up in my eyes. I didn't realize they had spilled over until I felt something trickle down my cheek.

"Maria" I hear my name being called from the entrance of my room. I sit up to see Stefan standing in the middle of my room.

"Your sister let me in" He explains causing me to nod. I turn back over in my original spot.

I hear him sigh behind me. He takes off his shoes and his jacket before sliding into bed next to me. He wraps his arms around me from behind, I snuggle into his embrace.

"Angel, tell me what's wrong. Because I know it's not just social anxiety" Stefan tells me letting me know that Damon told him some time last night.

"I just don't want to do anything anymore" I say in a soft broken voice that clenches Stefan's heart.

"Angel please don't say that, just- please tell me how I can help you. It's hurts me to see you like this" Stefan pleads holding me tighter. I feel tears slip down my face.

I can't keep anything from him, that's not fair. All he's trying to do is help me, there's no reason for me to shut him out.

I turn around in his arms so that I'm facing him. I take a deep breath before speaking.

"I already told you about how my parents are dead, but I never told you how" I tell Stefan as he nods along gesturing for me to continue.

"Elena gave me a new nickname, Sam. It's what my parents use to call me, which is why it brought up a whole bunch of bad memories that I thought I had buried"

"One night when my sister and I had just made a quick trip to the store, two witches broke into our house while we were gone. They heard a prophecy about a young girl who would grow to have the power of the universe at her will and how she could reverse any sin. So they came to our house looking for me" I explain remembering it vividly as if it just happened.

The tears start spilling uncontrollably. I cover my face with my hands.

"They killed them Stefan, they killed them because of me. Those witches slaughtered them because they were looking for me" I sob into my hands as Stefan pulls me into his chest.

"Angel, it's not your fault. You need to know that because anyone can tell that you never could have known they were going to kill your parents or that they were coming for you. You can't blame yourself on something that was inevitable. And I'm sure they're probably dead , so they got what they deserved in the end" He tries to persuade me.

"Oh they got what they deserved, because I gave it to them. After their death I spent three years looking for them with the help of my sister. I found them living in some small town in Indiana, so I hunted them down and killed them the same way they killed my parents and I don't feel one hint of regret" I spit out venomously.

I shrug Stefan off as I stand up out of my bed.

"On second thought, I think going out would be so much more fun. I mean a party cures everything right?" I smirk mischievously while batting my lashes at Stefan.

I go to text everyone in town. Stefan eyes widen in worry.

"Oh boy"

Everyone's at the Grill right now. Music is blasting, people are laughing, teens are drinking. It's a blast. I laugh as I dance in the middle of sweaty crowd.

"Now this is what I call a party!" I shout causing everyone to cheer in union.

Can you believe what one massive text can create, I mean this is unbelievable.

Imagine every person from 15 to 25 in Mystic falls in the Grill right now. Now this town may seem pretty small, but that's a fuck ton of people.

Elena, Caroline, Bonnie, and Jac came.

We all danced, but after a while Caroline went to get drinks but ended up flirting with the guy at the bar. Bonnie freaked out when some guy tried to dance with her, Jac went to hustle overaged guys in pool, and Elena is dancing with her new boy toy.

Now I would be dancing with my own boyfriend, but he left around 10 mins ago saying something about Damon, Zach, alone...I don't really know. I mean I did luckily get a few dances and even a hearty laugh out of Stefan which is rare around here, but I just have that magic touch.

Wait that sounded wrong- there was no touching of that kind people. Though I wouldn't be biased if there was.

Anyways back to ignoring my feelings my dancing with strangers and drinking cheap booze and whiskey until I tire myself out and eventually pass out on the floor.

......okay so let me tell you where I fucked up.

I have somehow in the reckless drunken haze I endured ended up on the front lawn of the Salvatore Boarding house. Now don't ask questions, okay let's just pretend that we meant for this to happen okay? Okay, cool.

And I mean aren't we glad that I ended up here rather than the sheriffs office, which Ill probably be in the near future.

I walk up to the door and open it. I stumble through the house before finally finding the couch in the living room. I plop down with a sigh as I toss off my heels.

"Sure make yourself right at home" Damon muses from the other side of the room. I groan and wave my hand at him dismissively.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asks lifting my legs up before sitting on the couch and placing my legs across his lap.

"I made the wonderful decision of throwing a party at..." I trail off to look at my phone to see what time it is.

"12:00 in the afternoon and drunk waaayyy too much whiskey and now we're here" I explain pointing to myself as example. He nods slowly taking everything in.

"Well that sounded like a great soon to be fucked up plan doesn't it?" Damon mocks with teasing grin. I glare at him before chucking a pillow at his face.

"Shut the hell up"

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