A/N: Point of inquiry… Should I start with a new fic and continue Ingraved in a Heart, or should I save this fic for when I finish IIAH? Don't forget to place your opinion in the review section!
Here's the Prologue of the new fic I'm thinking about. Enjoy!
Disclaimer- I don't own the Vampire Diaries or any of the characters. I do own the character of Ryan Smithsdale and any other characters that are not in the actual show.
The pain is in my head. 'I'm only imagining it' seems to come more often than hello from him.
It's not in my head now. I know this because I am the third person to lie on this floor possibly bleeding to death. But I wanted to escape this house, this kitchen, this life. I did it the only way I knew how.
I heard the voices of the paramedics sounding in the background. I wasn't paying much attention though. I felt myself being lifted off the floor onto the gurney. I ignored all the questions. Let them figure it out themselves why a perfect trophy wife would do such a thing to herself. Why she decided to inflict pain on herself. All I will say to them is "It's all in my head. I'm only imagining it."
Beep. . Was the sound filling my eardrums when I woke up. I was afraid to open my eyes at the fear he was there beside me. I opened it slightly to relief of an empty room. I then realized the searing pain in my stomach where the knife had previously been, and felt the matching pains on my thighs where I had cut too. The nurse across from my open door must have seen me wake up, and I quickly closed my eyes again to avoid the questions.
"Hey sugar plum! Wakin up I see? How bout a little more morphine to help the pain?" She asked with a soothing voice.
I couldn't speak very well so I just nodded my head yes. I watched as she injected it into my drip, and fixed the height of my bed.
"Now, I know you aren't into talking, but you had a guy here pretty worried about you" She said, making me think that he came here to hurt me some more.
I must have had a fearful expression upon my face because she reassured me that I had nothing to worry about yet.
" Sweet boy, probably about 24, with a buzz cut and ripped jeans?" She asked, obviously describing my brother Jeremy. I let out a sigh of relief, watching as the nurse left the room.
After another long nap, I was surprised by Anna and Jeremy walking into the room. Behind them was their daughter Sawyer, wrapped behind Anna's leg.
"Elena what the hell were you thinking?" Jeremy asked, sitting on the side of the bed kissing my head. Anna put her hand on mine, and Sawyer kissed my elbow which was pointed towards the door.
I didn't want to upset Sawyer, so I eyed her and said "Clumsy I guess."
He scoffed quickly, and picked his daughter up carefully.
"Sawyer, why don't you and mama go downstairs to get Auntie Elena a big stuffed animal okay?" He asked, talking soft and smooth. She nodded and took her moms hand, walking out the door.
"Jer, you're so good with her" I said, suddenly jealous of the family he has.
"Cut the crap Elena, what kind of stunt was that? You know that I have lost too much to lose you too" He said, stern and confused.
"I-I don't know." I said, with complete truth behind the statement. I don't really know why I did it. There have been a million times that I've thought about it. But today was the day that made me realize I couldn't take it anymore.
"Whatever, I'm just glad you're okay" He said relieved, now pulling a chair up next to the bed.
"Jer, is- Ryan here?" I asked, swallowing deeply.
"No, I didn't call him yet, shit!" He said, pulling out his iphone.
"No, please don't call him! please don't! he'll- just please don't tell him!" I said, begging as loud as I could. He looked puzzled at my plead, making me want to rephrase my sentence.
"It's just that he would kill me if he knew that I tried to kill myself today." I said, afraid of the impending answer.
"Elena, you're supposed to call your husband if you tried to commit suicide. Besides, what is the name under anyways if you didn't speak?" He asked, now making me suddenly curious as to how I even got here.
"I- I don't know actually" I said, scanning the room to make sure there was no sign of him.
Jeremy stepped outside of the room, and returned a few minutes later with the nurse who was already in here once.
"Can I know who admitted me in here? I called 911 but I didn't give a name" I said, trying to think logically.
"Sure baby, the name is…" She said, looking all over for the name.
"Oh here we go, it says that you were admitted by a Mr. Salvatore" She said, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I sucked in a harsh breath, and immediately was taken back six years. 6 years since we last saw each other.
"Elena, try not to forget about me. I'm coming back for you. Whether it's in a week or a decade, you will always be on my mind. You're the one I love, Elena. Forever. And I want one thing from you" He said fighting the tears that were pouring down both of our faces.
"What?" I asked, hiccupping from the sobs that were escaping my mouth.
"I want you to try your very best to move on. I know that it will be hard, and will seem wrong, but I want you to be happy, and sitting here, waiting for me to come home, that's not happy. That's torture, Elena. I want you to mourn me for a little bit. Give yourself time to heal, because I know that it will take me years to ever stop hearing your laugh in my head. But, I want you to try to have a normal life. And when I come back here, which I know I will, you will have a choice. And it's not going to be an easy one. But, if you remember this, right here, right now, the love that we share? The choice will be easy." He declared, holding me in his arms for what would be the last time.
That night seems like forever ago. Like a whole other lifetime.
Snapping out of my flashback, I remembered that the nurse was still in the room, waiting for the other questions I meant to ask her.
"Wait, did the Salvatore have a name?" I asked timidly, almost afraid of the disappointment that was sure to follow.
"Yes ma'am it says… Stefan Salvatore admitted you darling. Says that he came to visit you after a long time, and knocked for 30 minutes. He then said that he heard you agonizing in pain and ripped down the door to get to you. You're lucky, if he got there maybe 10 minutes later, you would be dead now" The nurse said, making my heart race with just the name.
"He came back" I said faintly to myself.
"What was that darling?" The nurse asked, now filling out a few things on my charts.
I ignored her question because of the million thoughts running through my head. The nurse left the room, and Jeremy went behind her to close the door.
"Elena, Stefan Salvatore?" He asked, making it sound like I had something to do with it.
"Jer, I want you to listen to me very carefully. First, do not under any circumstances call Ryan. Second, if you see Stefan, act as if you are surprised to see him. I don't want him to know that I'm awake. Third, go home and bring me a bag with the following. A pair of jeans, a top, my ballet flats, my toiletries, and my tampon box. Please do not ask questions though" I declared, watching as the confusion settled upon his face. He didn't ask questions though.
Stefan. He kept his promise. But, I didn't. I didn't hold up my side of the deal we made so many years ago. I promised that I would try to live a normal life. But in reality, my life has never been normal. Not one bit of it since Stefan left. My life was normal when he was here. It was simple and complete. I felt like I needed nothing more than him. Kids, grandkids, growing old together, it was all an easy sacrifice for me if it meant spending forever with him.
I shouldn't have tried to force a happy life upon myself. It was too late for that. In fact, it was too late for my life to be normal the second I turned into a vampire. The day I married a man that I had no compassion for. The night I let him abuse me. The morning I let it happen again. It was not normal, for me to be this damaged.
A/N: Alright! That was just the prologue of the new story! I've had this story line in my head for a really long time, and I just read a fic that got me so inspired! So please, review to let me know whether or not I should try and tackle two stories at the same time, or if I should wait to finish Ingraved in a Heart!
XOXOXOX- M
