Two weeks have passed since I finally got out of the prison world created by Kai's psychopathic family. After Elena and Damon's failed rescue mission I really thought all hope was lost. My heart literally broke in two when I came to the Gilbert's old family home and saw no trace of Damon or Elena. My one chance was literally ripped out of my grasp and I felt it. I finally felt the sense of emptiness and despair and loneliness. But I had a good cry. It felt good to finally let that out. I tried so hard to hold on to hope, but what the fuck has hope done for me, other than let me down?
After that epic failure on Damon and Elena's behalf I had to come to terms in the situation that I was in. I was going to be locked in this shithole forever. I realized that nobody really cared about me. And it was a depressing thing to think y'know? After everything that I've done for them they couldn't save me.
I waited a whole three months for them to come and save me. I'd stay at the boardinghouse waiting to hear Damon's voice. So many different scenarios ran through my mind of how he would come back. Would he come back alone, or with anybody else? Would he crack open some eggs and start making pancakes before we left? God, I missed those pancakes. But he never came. And day, after day, after day, I'd feel it more. The loneliness was killing me. There was this unbearable feeling in the pit of my stomach that would travel all around my body. It hurt so much. I've been through heartbreak, watching my loved ones die, being the anchor, and dying myself, but what I was feeling right now didn't compare any of those. No, this type of pain was internal and external. This type of pain was in the root of my being. It was embedded in me. It felt like despair, pain, defeat, and disappointment all combined. It was killing me. And every day all I thought about was Damon, and that made it worse. I blamed him for this pain I was feeling. It was him. Him, him, him. God I despised him. I know it seems pretty pathetic for putting Damon on such a high pedestal after all the shit he put me through, but through the six years I've known him, he's always been there. Yeah, he was dick throughout the majority of the time but that's changed. Or so I thought.
If anyone would've rescued me I'd think it would've been Damon. The way he protected me when it came to Kai and when he chose me over the ascendant showed me that he cared. But the fact that I'm still in this fucking prison world in my lonesome says otherwise. But one day when I was moping around in my Gram's house, I came across the spell that created the shithole of a prison world that I was in. My heart fluttered with disbelief as I found an energy source from one of my Gram's mystical relics which was a power source for my magic, and chanted the spell. I opened my eyes and saw that I was back at the crypt. It worked! I was overly excited and I nearly ran back to the boardinghouse to find Damon and give him a heart wrenching hug, but I stopped in my tracks. I remembered that he never came back for me. And it was in that particular moment that I realized that I wanted nothing to do with any of my old friends anymore.