My life for the last past couple of months consisted pretty much of the same things and I loved that. It was routined and had structure and I was used to it. I hated the aspect of surprise. I mean sometimes it was good but others not so much. I had been dating Damon Salvatore one of the most popular people in town. He was a little older than me but we were happy. Our relationship has been going strong for the last 10 months considering he's left school. At school I spend the day with my best friends and at night I spend time with my boyfriend it's great.

March 2nd.

For the last couple of weeks me and Damon have been planning to have a quiet night in. Nothing totally out of the ordinary but instead of ordering in food we booked a chef for the night. Damon is an amazing cook but just something special for the both of us. However his ass of a younger brother, Stefan has made an appearance to town. He is the same age as me but had never really spent any time around mystic falls since the secret came out that him and his beloved brother and vampires. We still have to keep it quiet as it's only really the people in our friendship group that know as it is such an extreme secret. Anyway Stefan has recently been on a crazy blood binge. Damon has come up with the idea that he's going to lock Stefan up and get him back to the way he used to be. However he has to come back into town on our night and Damon doesn't wanting Stefan getting to suspicious so I insisted he does it tonight. Damon was very reluctant but he always listens to me in the end. "Bye Damon, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." I shout so he can hear me at the other end of the foyer even though I know he can.

I hear a faint "I love you Lena." And smile at his very quiet words. Instead of just going home I decide to be productive and go to the grill for some food and to do some studying.

When I arrive there is more people present in the grill than normal. I spend a lot of my spare time here so it's unreal how busy it is especially on a Thursday. I order a small plate of carbonara and a glass of orange juice then carry on studying. As I sit in my space at my usual table under a huge window I notice a maybe 35 year old man staring at me. Not in a nice way either. I am just sitting here minding my own business while he is being extremely off. I get up to go use the bathroom and leaving my things at my table was no big deal as I trusted the majority of people in the grill. The community was small and I knew most people. I get back to the table and drink the rest of my orange juice which tasted a little different. I didn't know if it was because it was warm or whatever. I packed my things and decided to leave. It was getting late and I still needed to shower and have a good rest.

I step outside and place my things in the back of my black Range Rover and walk to the front door. I grab the top of my door frame feeling a little dizzy but alright. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Excuse me miss. Would you like a drink of water you seem distressed?" Asks a figure but by the time I try to lift my hand I can't. It's heavy and feels hot. "Okay miss you should come with me." Is the last thing I hear before everything fades away rather fast.

I wake up and can feel and hear everything before I can see it. He's on top of me and thrusting into me. It's dark when I eventually open my eyes but I can see his face. It's the man from the grill. He must have spiked my drink. I try to fight back. I grab his face and push his shoulders but he's just to big. So I lie there. Feeling everything that is happening to me and regretting ever leaving Damon that night. I start to feel him climaxing and then everything goes black once again.

I wake up suddenly and I'm at my car which was at the grill. It was still in the same place and nothing had been talking... well from the car. I check my arms and legs and there is already bruising and small cuts. I can't believe this has happened to me. I have just started to feel okay in my life after my parents dying now this happens. How am I meant to tell people. How am I meant to tell Damon.

March 3rd

"Elena!" I hear Jeremy screaming from downstairs. Not in fear but in anger that I won't get out of bed. He's my younger brother and hates when I don't get up for school because then I make him late aswell.

I roll out of bed and put on some black leggings and a jumper. Nothing exciting. I don't feel like being exciting after what happened. I grab my bag at my bedroom door and head downstairs. "Ready? Let's go." I say to Jeremy with no emotion. I can feel the look he's giving me. I have never left the house in leggings since I was 13 unless I was going to the gym. "Are you feeling alright?" Asks Jeremy handing me a green smoothie.

"Dandy." I reply. I guess damons humour has rubbed off on me even though this really is not a time to be feeling humerous.

"Elena your looking, sick. Is everything alright with you and Damon?" Smiles my best friend Caroline.

I nod instead of talking. I don't know how to tell him so the thought of him at the moment is making me nauseas. "Okay i see your not in a talking mood. I'll just sit hear with you. Im here." Replies Caroline. I smile and touch Caroline's hand lightly. I don't know if to tell her or not. I know she would be supportive but what if she tells someone else.

When I arrive at damons i take off my shoes at the door and walk towards the kitchen to wash my hands. Ever since last night I have just felt so disgusting and no matter how many times I shower it hasn't helped. "Elena, your here. Hi." Smiles Damon grabbing my arm and pulling my in for a hug or a kiss I'm not sure but before we carry through with it I break it off. "Damon stop. Stop!" I shout.

He looks at me concerned and walks towards me. I begin to feel closed in as there is the sink and a row of cabinets behind me. "Damon stop please just get away." I shout while falling to the cold tile floor crying.