I woke up with a painful headache.
It was dark. And quite claustrophobic if you ask me. It was hot and stuffy and I couldn't breath very well. I don't think that was the only problem. The other problem is that I don't remember who I am.
A million of questions were running through my head. Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here? What's going on?
"Hello!" I called out. "Can anybody hear me?"
I put my hand out in front of me and hit something hard. Almost as if I were touching a wall. It was getting really hard to breath now and I was starting to get frightened. I was banging on the hard wall-like object in front of me. Then I started screaming to get somebodys attention. Where am I? At that moment the last thing I saw was suddenly a bright light and a hand before my mind blacked out.
"... I don't see how this was possible," I heard a voice say. "She most likely doesn't remember..."
"But she has to!" another voice interupted. I heard this voice before, but I don't remember the owner at all.
I didn't know whether I should risk opening up my eyes. So many questions were swimming through my head. My head was hurting and I couldn't feel my chest, it was in so much pain. At Least I thought it was. I decided to sit up and open my eyes.
I almost wanted to close my eyes again from the bright light in my face. My brain was hooked up to some wires and an IV drip was running down my arm. I could hear a long beep coming from a speaker, and I could see a screen with a line running horizontally across it. Weird.
There were three people in the room. Me, the doctor, I presume, and a tall blonde girl. She was wearing a light yellow tank top with some pink pants. It seemed as if she was some designer fan or something but she wore the clothes right, I guess. The name tag on her tank said "Caroline Forbes". That name is so familiar but I didn't recall ever seeing her before.
I look at the doctor again. She was quite tall, and she looked quite relieved too.
"Hello," she said. "My name is Dr. Meredith Fell. Is there any chance you remember me?"
I tried to speak. I didn't know how my own voice sounded. "I don't. I'm sorry. Where am I?"
"You're at the hospital," the Caroline girl said. She looked as though she was about to burst into tears. I wasn't sure whether they were happy or sad tears.
"How long have I been here," I asked.
Out of nowhere, a voice answered, "You haven't been here for long, but then again, you've been dead for three years, Elena Gilbert. The name's Damon. Do you remember?
"No," I responded. "I Don't remember a thing."