AN: This is set after the season premiere. And I'm also trying a new style. Enjoy&Review. xoxo - Jess.
Damon Salvatore chugged his last bottle of vodka, then carelessly threw it on the floor.
The glass bottle broke into hundreds of pieces, even though the floor was probably covered with thousands of glass shards.
Broken.
Cracked.
Smashed.
Shattered.
Those few words could describe Damon.
Damon's head was spiraling from the amount of alcohol he had drunk.
Twisting.
Whirling.
Rotating.
Spinning.
What the fuck was wrong with him?
He had fallen in love with Katherine and Elena.
Fancied.
Lusted.
Infatuated.
Desired.
Damon had always been choosen over his brother when it came to girls.
But they changed that.
They had both told him that they wanted Stefan instead of him.
Craved.
Prefered.
Yearned.
Needed.
He thought they actually felt the same way.
How could he have been so stupid.
Brainless.
Foolish.
Dazed.
Naive.
When Damon met Katherine, it was love at first sight.
She played him and Stefan, then disapeared.
Used.
Exploited.
Abused.
Manipulated.
After 145 years when Katherine finally returned, she had told Damon she never loved him.
She messed with his head, pretending to be Elena and kissing him.
Katherine had started everything.
When Damon met Elena, he was shocked at how much she looked like Katherine.
They were practically twins.
He thought he could use her to replace Katherine.
Mend.
Alternate.
Take Over.
Substitute.
But then Damon started to get to know her better.
She was nothing like Katherine at all, in fact, they were complete opposites.
Converse.
Contrasted.
Paradox.
Reversed.
Damon knew Elena was dating Stefan.
But they still had moments.
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Occasions.
And these moments they had, made Damon fall in love with her.
Then Katherine came and pretended to be Elena and kissed him, Damon thought it was really Elena.
When he figured out it was Katherine, he was disappointed.
Teased.
Mis-Leaded.
Dumbfounded.
Let Down.
Damon wondered why Elena would be suprised that he would kiss her.
She told him she wasn't suprised that he would kiss her, but that he thought she would kiss him back.
Damon felt rejected when she said that.
Excluded.
Discarded.
Shunned.
Refused.
Then he went over to her house, drunk.
He tried to kiss her. But she said that she cared about him, but she only loved Stefan.
Considered.
Cherished.
Enjoyed.
Liked.
But that wasn't enough for Damon, so he killed her brother.
He made her hate him.
Disgust.
Scorn.
Despise.
Loathe.
That was how Damon ended up here.
Alone, trying to take the pain away with alcohol.
Ache.
Burn.
Hurt.
Misery.
He looked at the fireplace, his eyesight blurring.
Clouding.
Distorting.
Darkening.
Fading.
Damon closed his eyes.
Hoping when he opened them again, it would all go away.
But, he knew it wouldn't. It never would.
