Groggily i stood up from my bed. I missed it. The soft squishy mattress and the pile of fluffy pillows. 18 months feels so much longer than what it is. I walked over to my drawers. Nothing had changed, well besides the layer of dust. The photo of my first prom with Aunt Mirada was still face down the final act in my room before i day i decided to leave was the day of the funeral. I was the first one home. It was eerily silent. The photos on the wall of my smiling family mocking me. Not to mention my mother decided to actually play "mother" and come home from her studies. That just added salt to my wounds. I couldn't bear the site of the memories mocking me, so i went traveling honing my skills and knowledge that Uncle Grayson taught me, about the creatures of the night.
Changing into a pair of fresh jeans and a paramore shirt. While i reapplied my super bad ass perfume to my wrists. I overhear voices from down stairs.
"Lets get this over with." I said to myself and closed my door.
I positioned my self in the lounge room, in my favourite spot where i could see into the kitchen unnoticed, trying to decipher if it was safe to let my presence known. Don't get me wrong, i'm not afraid of Jenna or Jeremy being angry. I'm just not in the mood to deal with Elena's disappointment on my disapearence. Especially since i am older than her by 2 years.
"Did they ever find him? Is he still missing?" a strangers voiced asked.
"He isn't missing. He is in the bohamas working on his entitled that one. He marches to his own drum." Jenna replied. I see her finish the glass of her life juice,aka wine. "He's a Fell, they're all snooty."
The stranger chuckles, refilling her glass. I can see his reflection in the window. He can cook, Jenna has definitely upgraded from her usual men.
The coast is clear from Elena, i arise from my hiding place. Heading into the kitchen.
"Hello Elena." The man continues preparing the meal.
"Hey." Elena replies coming from around the corner, and I'm in her direct line of site. Shit, shit,shit...double shit. I can't move. I'm a dear caught in headlights. maybe if I close my eyes I will become invisible. I squeezed my eyes shut. I can feel my body getting lighter, for the first time in my life is it working?
"OW!" Rubbing my arm and opening my eyes to see elena a millimetre away from my face. "Hi." I sheepishly cower in the middle of the hallway. The feeling of two more sets of eyes staring at me comes from the direction of the kitchen doorway. My cover is completely blown.
"A note?"
"I'm sorry." My apology gets completely ignored. She is angry. Not the angry where you explode but the silent and deadly anger. She has been thinking about this speech for awhile.
"Could you not have left something?! Just something to let us know you were alive. Where have you been?! have you got any idea of what jeremy and I have been through? what we are still going through? You just disappeared RIGHT after the funeral. I needed you. Jeremy needed you." She hugs me.
"I'm sorry." If I could cower any further into my skin I would. This is not what I was prepared for. Softly whispering to her "I'm sorry. I thought you understood how I felt about them. I couldn't stand going back to the same routine and pretending that everything was alright. I needed to go. I'm sorry. I can promise you this, that i won't be leaving like that again. ever."
When we let go of each other it feels like i had never left.
"Who ever taught you haw to punch, is a complete bitch. that technique was arm is dead." I grin at her.
"If you think that was bad, just wait till Jeremy sees you."
I flinch at the laughs and heads into the kitchen. I follow. Jenna moves to pretend she wasn't watching the scene in the hallway why the soldering stranger danger looks at me as if i am a threat.
"Welcome home Jaime, we're making dinner." Jenna sips on her wine like I never left. I nod in acknowledgement and open the fridge, hunting for something I'm craving.
"Hello, I'm Damon." I peer over the fridge door with an apple in my mouth. God why am i so attractive? Damon smirks at my appearance. I nod in acknowledgment again, removing the apple. He Gestures to shake hands.
"Gilbert, Jamie Gilbert." Shaking his hand and our wrists touch. He hisses in pain. Vampire.
"I must of cut myself." Smirks at me again however there is a dangerous glint in his eyes. Damon turns to Elena. "Is Stefan with you?"
"Um...He will be here soon." Elena stares questioningly at Damon's sudden reaction.
Jenner walks over to me. "Jamie we need to talk."
"Can't. I have an important date with homework that has been piling up. Can't wait for the dead to do it for i have no quarrels if they did."I innocently smile at Damon,tossing my apple core into the bin. "Jamie-Mary Alexandra Sommers I am your mother you listen to me when i talk to you."
"I did listen, i chose to ignore it. That isn't my name. I'm not her. It's Jamie Gilbert." I move towards the stairs. walk slower. slower. pretend nothing is wrong.
"I look forward to seeing you around Gilbert,Jamie Gilbert." Damon calls out.
"Thanks and Ditto." I run up the stairs and don't stop till I'm safe in my room.
Collapsing on my bed. My cousin knows a vampire was the last thing i thought before falling into a disturbed sleep.