General POV
"Pathetic, worthless, stupid excuse for a son and a man!"
"Your a horrible brother, Damon."
"I should stake you right here and now."
"Your a monster!"
These are the words Damon is dreaming of as he tosses and turns in his bed, Sweat pouring down his face even though it was the middle of October and the temperature outside was not even slightly warm.
"No. No! Please, stop! No." Damon mumbled under his breath. But apparently he wasn't as much mumbling as he was yelling because halfway through his desperate pleas for the voices to stop, he heard the door creak open causing him to stir awake.
It was to dark to make out anything more than a dark figure in the doorway, but he instantly recognized the voice. "Damon? You okay?" Stefan mumbled sleepily. Saint Stefan. Great.
Damon nodded slightly avoiding eye contact with the younger vampire. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth to speak, he would go into a full blown panic attack.
Damon could hear another set of footsteps from down the hall. Confusion and a bit of panic set in before he remembered Elena was Staying the night with Stefan.
With Stefan. It was Always Stefan.
With this thought, Damon starting breathing rapidly hoping his brother wouldn't notice and just leave him alone. But unfortunately, Damon was never that lucky and within seconds, Stefan was at the side of his bed. "Damon, it's okay. It's only me, your safe. Your okay." Stefan whispered reassuringly to Damon.
Once Damon calmed down, he reluctantly looked his brother in the eye, embarrassed at the situation that just occurred.
Stefan smiled sadly at Damon. "You okay now, Day." Day. His childhood Nickname.
And that was all it took. Damon turned away from his brother sobbing uncontrollably as if he was still the little boy once called Day. He hid his head in the pillow trying to control it, but with no luck.
He knew what was going to happen next. Stefan would call him a horrible brother. Worthless, pathetic, and stupid. Then, Elena would tell him she would never love him.
But that never happened. Much to Damon's surprise, He felt tight arms wrap around him in a hug, whispering soothing things in his ear. "Shhhhhh. Hush Damon. Your okay."
"No! I'm not okay! And I never have been and never will be!" Damon shouted through tears.
"Damon, what's wrong?" Stefan asked with concern.
"Why?" Damon asked sounding small and vulnerable.
"Why what, Damon?"
"Why does no one love me!?" Damon asked voice cracking.
Damon regretted asking the question as soon as it left his lips. He knew Stefan would laugh at him and tell everyone.
"Damon."
It doesn't really matter though. His reputation was already ruined.
"Damon."
Strong, confident, cool Damon was gone and in his place, pathetic, worthless, stupid Damon that left the moment he became vampire.
"Damon."
His head snapped up as he realized Stefan said his name.
"I love you." Was what Stefan said.
Damon's eyes widened in shock and confusion before once again filling with tears. He felt Stefan tighten his grip as he pulled Damon on his lap, still hugging him tightly.
Damon felt like a child. He looked towards the doorway and saw a shocked and confused Elena as well as Jermey, Bonnie, Caroline, and Alaric giving him a sympathetic look.
He completely forgot that The whole gang was staying the night. He looked the opposite direction of the door and gripped Stefan's shirt, willing to just disappear.
He felt Stefan's warm hands rubbing his back in a comforting Gesture. Then he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.
He felt someone soothing his hair. He could recognize the touch and the strong smell of perfume. Elena.
She will never look at him the same again. None of them will. This thought causes him to sob harder, pulling away from Stefan and looking away from everyone suddenly feeling nauseous.