I'm back! Yes, I'm still alive! So sorry, but I was having trouble with my computer :/. Anyway, I'll just shut up and you can read chapter 2. Finally! I made it longer than the first one. Thought I'd make it up to you this way.

I do NOT own The Vampire Diaries or Delirium.


My eyes hurt. The sun is high and bright. I have to squeeze my eyes to see anything. We're getting closer to the labs. The place where it's all going down. Jenna is walking right next to me. She will lead me to the labs and then go home. She won't be there to support me. She won't because if I show up there with her people will think I'm a coward, they'll think I am not able to go through the evaluation day alone. Every person there will be without their parents, cause everyone thinks the same way. We're all gonna be alone. We're all gonna be there together. And still gonna be alone.

Jenna and I are not talking. There is nothing to say. We practiced my anwers over two months. If I won't get them right now, that's my problem, not hers. This is my life. And today I start building it. I start to make it worth it. There will be about hundred people at the labs. They all start their life today. We all start to get a part of the population. Today we start and there is no way back. I wouldn't want it any other way. The heat is there all around me. Just like the pressure. How long is my evaluation going to take? The record is practically unbeatable: 4 minutes. 58 Seconds. William Shawnson. 2 years ago. 9 points out of 10. Like I said, unbeatable.

We're there. The labs. Girls and Boys standing in two queues . Only separated by the thick air. As I'm about to go through to the gate to face my future, I turn around.

"Jenna.. Thank you , again."

"Make me proud, sweetie"

Her light brown hair is shining in the sun. Her wide eyes are looking at me I can't really tell her expression. Something flickers in her eyes but before I can tell what it is, it's already gone. Replaced by a wave of sadness. Time to say goodbye.

"I'll try my best. I promise you. I'll see you later"

For just a glimpse of a second I think she is going to hug me or something. But no, that would be weird. Cureds don't do that. An embrace means caring to much. Caring to much means having passionate emotions. And passion means.. deliria. So no, she doesn't hug me.

" See you at home"

Her hand touches my right shoulder for two seconds. With a small smile on her face she turns around and walks back home. She is counting me. I can't let her down. I won't.


So I go through the gate. Some people are immediately staring at me. But as soon as they realize I am no one special they automatically turn around and continue their conversations. Boys were staring at me, too. I mean it wasn't planned or anything but… there was a red head. Wasn't he staring at me for a bit too long? No, Elena, calm down. I'm safe here. I'm at the labs. The deliria can't catch me here. I go to the left side of the big place where all the girls are wating. They are all like me. Nervous, a little flushed by the near presence of boys. Uncured boys. Babbling something with their friends. Waiting for the big moment. Now I'm searching for Caroline. Caroline Forbes, my best friend. She's here today , too. And about ten feet away from me I see a blond, curled head. Standing all alone. Waiting for someone. Waiting for me. I start giggling and move quickly to her. I call out her name

"Caroline!".

She turns her head around. Wide, dark-greenish eyes looking at me. Pink lips. A huge smile. A short bleck dress, decorated with a few feathers. Pinks Pumps. Gorgeous.

"Elena. There you are. I was waiting for you!"

Now I'm by her side. I can smell her perfume. Vanilla and Strawberry. Like usual.

I smirk. When I'm with Caroline, I always feel comfortable. I know her so well. I can talk to her and she will listen to me. I feel like I belong in this world. Like,we belong in this world as best friends.

"Sorry, I didn't see you right away. You look amazing Car'. Do I want to know how much you paid for that dress?"

" Actually, I don't know. It was a gift from my dad"

I should have known it. Carolines parents own a supermarket. There are at least 3 of those markets. Here in Portland. Their markets are placed all over America. So money surely isn't a problem.

"Well anyway, it looks great on you. So, are you excited?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Today I will stand, almost naked, infront of four strangers. And those four strangrs will decide about my future. They will decide about my sex life"

"Caroline! Ssh. Don't say…"

"Don't say what? A dangerous word like sex?"

"Yes, Car'. We're at the labs. It's our evaluation day. We've been waiting for this our entire life. Don't ruin this by.."

"By calling the truth? Sorry, Elena but you know me. You know I want to be a strong, young, independent woman. And now some total strangers are just gonna choose what's best for me"

" Well,you have influence on that choice."

"Yeah, but… I don't just want to have influence. It is my life. I should make this choice on my own"

" You know the rules Caroline. It's for the best."

"That's what they say…"

" Enough, Caroline. The government knows what it's doing. So please. Try to be excited. For me."

I look at her with my big brown eyes and pout. And while I'm trying to convince her I can't believe what she just said. How could she? Where did that come from? Soon, this will all be over.

"Fine. But only because you asked me"

Right after that, the door of the labs opens. A woman with black hair and a skin as black as chocolat opens the door. She is dressed like a nurse.

She looks from left to right and then says:

" The interviewers are ready now. Just stay in your queues and come to me and my assistant. Here you'll get your formulars. Please fill them out honestly. After that, take a seat in the waiting room, follow the instructions and wait until the interviewers call out your name. Thank you".

Finally, I think. The queue moves slowly forward to the door. Car and I are doing small talk. Three girls left before me. Two. It's Carolines turn. The nurse passes her the papers. Before Caroline disappears in the building, she turns around and faces me. One teat escapes her eye.

The she turns her back to me and I'm next.


One tear. That's all I'm thinking about while I'm sitting in the waiting room. Why was she crying? Was she.. happy? Maybe it wasn't even about me or evaluation day at all. Maybe she's got trouble at home or at school. What is wrong with Caroline?

I fill out the papers. Birth date.. name.. school. The regular things. Nothing special.

Then the nurse from outside appears infront of me.

"I see you're ready. Come on. You're next".

I nod. I gulp. And I follow her. She asks me to pass her the papers and I do as she says. We're taking the elevator and go to the third floor. We're walking straight ahead and after about two minutes turn right, and short after that she leads me left. She opens a door for me.

"Good luck"

I'm about to say thank you but she is already gone. How many times has she said "Good luck" today? Poor woman. But at least, she already found a place in her life. I'm about to find mine soon.

So I am left in patients room. It smells chemical. There is a chair and a water bottle on a desk. The transparent shirt is placed on the chair. I don't want to wear it. But I have to "follow the instructions." I sigh and start to get undressed. I place my dress on the chair and put my shoes right under the chair. Then I'm putting on the shirt. There is no mirror in here. But I know my white bra and pantys are visible.

Suddenly, a voice calls: "Elena Gilbert. Please come into the interview room."

Scared, I turn around.

I see that there is a microphone placed in the left corner of the room.

"Do you guys wanna give me a heart attack or something? Gosh.." Immediately I'm blushing. Can they hear what I'm saying? I hope not.

I bite my lower lip and open the door to the interviewer room.


My eyes hurt again. The whole room is white. Everything is reflecting and clear. A painfull whiteness.

I can barely make out four persons, not far away from me. They're sitting on a –wooden?- table. I can only guess that the second one is a man. I think I can see his beard. The fourth one could be a woman, a very thin person. I can't tell if the two others are male or female. And maybe that's the point. So I don't get distracted or anything.

Should I introduce myself? Should I shake their hands? I am so nervous. I have to remember to breathe. In and out, In and out…

"Hello Elena Gilbert. Welcome. We are going to ask you a few questions now. No need to be nervous. Just be honest, okay?"

That was the first interviewer, a high voice. A woman.

I nod,but I don't know if they have seen it.

"Yes, of course". I answer, just to be sure.

"Great. Let's just start. What is your favourite colour? "

"White"

"Why?"

You know that, Elena.

"It is simple. But it also organized and clear."

"Alright. Then could you tell us about your favourite meal?"

"Rice"

"Why?"

"It is healthy and everyone can eat and buy it. It is cheap, but has a great quality. It is simple, but can be matched with different kinds of food!

" I see. And how about your favourite movie?"

I should say "Romeo and Juliet" right now. Because it shows us what the deliria can do to people. Everyone should read it because it's like a warning. It shows the stupidity of uncureds. But I can't get it out. I think about uncureds and because of that I think about my mother. And when I think about my mother I think about my childhood. She died when I was 4. But even when I was like three years old we used to wach "Snow White"together. I don't know how my mother owned that movie or why. It is full of illegal things and I shouldn't even think about it. It is inappropriate. But the fact is: It is my favourite movie.

"Snow White".

There is an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds. How can I save this situation?

"Pardon me?" That's the third one, a man.

I know I screwed up. I can't fix this. Sorry Jenna.

"Snow White" I repeat myself. Why? Stupid, Stupid, Stupid…

"Can you explain why?"

"I… It just shows that... Deliria .. is like a poisoned apple" What the hell am I talking about?

"We don't get that answer very often".

I don't know what to respond to that. And it doesn't really matter anymore. I failed.

And then.. I hear something .. like humming. What is going on? Am I halluzinating or something? But no, the interviewers start asking the same questions

"What is this?"

"Should I call the security?"

"This is so disturbing!"

Then it happens. The whole area aboth us breaks apart. Everywhere is glass, metal, plastic. Screaming.I don't know what's going on. There are gun shots. Something hits me on my head and I stumble and fall. I bite my tongue. There is the taste of blood in my mouth. Then there's the humming again. Suddenly, there are balloons coming down to us. I try to understand what's happening but I don't even get the chance to. Cause now gunshots follow again. But they're not trying to shoot us. They're shooting the balloons. Why? As soon as the balloons pop open the humming gets even louder. There are bees in the balloons. They're everywhere now. I start screaming, too. The interviewers are running around like crazy persons. A bee attacks me at my neck. Damn, that hurt! Another one at my leg. Ouch! What's happening? Why? Who would…? Just as I start thinking about it a piece of a broken ballon lands in front on my feet. It's green and there's something written on it.

"We are already free. You can be free, too. It is your choice"

Now I get it. That's the Invalids fault. The Invalids are those who refuse to be cured. They escape somewhere where the government can't find them. They are uncured, aggressive and dangerous. Like wild animals.

But in their opinion, we are the animals. We are the bees, we don't make our own decisions. We are prisoners. We live in a balloon. And they try to help us. Try to set us free.

I lift my head. I've never seen any Invalids.

But there's just chaos. I try to stand up, my knees hurt . And then, there on the obeservation deck. There is a guy. Laughing. Watching the scene. Black hair. Leather jacket.

Why is he laughing? How can he be proud of this?

Then he looks at me. Eyes staring at me. Not wild like an animal. Clear and blue as the ocean.

And he smirks at me. I just stand there. Not knowing what to do. He is not staring at me, is he?

Something else hits me on the head again. I drop to the ground. Unconscious.

It's my life. I should make this choice on my own.

You can be free, too. It is your choice.

The thing is: I don't want the choice. I just want to be safe.


Liked it? Hated it? I really don't know what to think about this chapter...

I know you guys want Damon to come in. He kind of did. And kind of didn't

I think there will be some Delena action next chapter.

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