Okay so this is my very first story (A Damon Salvatore OC) I hope you guys like please review and what not :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Vampire Diaries Characters, personalities or settings. No matter how much I wish!

Chapter one: I Need Saving

I lay in my bed wishing that my bright yellow covers would swallow me up and hide me from this. I closed my eyes tightly; wishing, praying to anybody or anything that would listen."Please somebody save me." I whispered. My bed room door was slammed opened and a gruff voice said "Get up you lazy good for nothing teenager." I knew at that exact moment there was nothing and nobody to help me I was all by myself in this world and the only one that could save me was myself. "I said GET UP" I groaned as his foot connected with my ribcage. I quickly got up after that even though ever bone in my body told me not to. I stood up slowly ignoring the pain in my abdomen I slowly lifted my hand up during this movement my hand curled into a fist. It all seemed to happen in slow motion I brought back my arm and smashed my fist right into his face. He stumbled backwards in shock and pain. Then he stood up angrily. Fuck was the only word that came into my mind. I backed up as far as I could go before my back hit my third story window ledge.

He manically stomped over to me. The sound of his black combat boots echoed through my bedroom. I tried to lean away but there was nowhere else to go. I looked up just in time to see his fist collide with face. I groaned in pain and tried to put my hands in front of face as some sort of protection. But to no avail his fists collided with my face again and again. Blood pooled into my mouth as I groaned in pain. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt lifting me up he threw me against my window breaking the glass. My small feet scrambled to find the ledge as he held me with just one hand. But there were no tears, no cries of desperation just a sick twisted smile upon my pale face. This seemed to anger him more as he used his other hand to punch me in the gut. I let out a loud howl that made him smile. I hated his smile it was like looking into the soul of a serial killer. It was evil and twisted and made me physically ill. He then pulled my close to his face and kissed me like no father should kiss his daughter. I use the term father loosely of course that word was just for appearances...just a lie I tell myself. I did what of course only I would doing be stupid as always; I spit right in the motherfuckers mouth. He pulled me away looking disgusted. I finally got up the courage to say something "You look disgusted..." he interrupted me before I could finish and snarled "I am!" A sick laugh escaped through my pink lips as I reminded him "look in the mirror once in a while you should be disgusted by yourself you sick excuse for a 'father'."

He had enough and come to think of it so have I. He stood on the window ledge and just let me go. I didn't scream or cry in fact I smiled I felt thankful. Maybe there was a god I thought maybe someone was looking out for me maybe I was saved. I closed my eyes as I fell I thought of everything that had happen to me the good, the bad, the happy, the sad. I thought of the day my family fell apart and when my father became a drunk. I thought of the day I fell in love for the first time. I thought of the secret box under my bed containing all of my happy memories and photographs. I thought about how my life would have been different if he didn't hit me...and touch me. I thought what life would be like if I was from a different family and was completely oblivious to the sad little loner girl whose father beat and rapes her as her family sat back and laughed. But I wasn't and I never was going to be that girl. I was the sad little loner girl and I was finally going to be free. I opened my eyes and starred at the sky above as I fell. There were many stars in the sky and a downpour of rain started. I smiled "what a great way to go" I whispered my favourite weather at my favourite time; night.

Then it happened my bruised body slammed against the ground and pain went through my whole body but I didn't feel like I was dying I didn't feel saved I still felt trapped. My eyes fluttered closed as silent tears rolled down my face. I had to live through this still. No one was saving me; I wasn't getting an escape. I heard a door slam and heard my father stomp across the wet lawn to my still body. He kicked my already bruised ribs then leaned down to my ear and yelled "Get up lazy punk! Go pack your things were moving." I opened my eyes a looked up at him "M..m..m-oving?" I managed to stutter out. "Yea, M..m..m-oving." He mimicked then laughed; an evil dreadful laugh and walked back inside. I manage to muster up enough courage to yell back at him "Where?" He turned around as he reached the door and gruffly replied "Mystic Falls." I laid my head back onto the soft wert grass as I look up into the sky. I started to sing quietly

"Save me, I need somebody's help here
thought it would be alright but
I'm not pullin' through on my own
is anyone around who can save me

I'm fallin' down, it's crazy
if this is the pain god gave me
I'm cool with that
but won't somebody save me

I guess you missed the signs
but honey I can never blame you
I don't want ya feelin' guilty
that'd keep you in pain too "