A/N- Just to clear up any confusion, the beginning of the chapter starts off at the first week of Damon kidnapped, and then once you get to the horizontal line, it's going to say 3 weeks later, which brings Damon to present time, and so from there on, he has been held captive for 3 weeks. Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was really busy yesterday, and I couldn't think of any ideas to make the story long enough. My creative juices are kind of getting bland right now, so I will do my very best to write another chapter for tomorrow. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter!
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Chapter 4- Hallucinating

Damon's eyes blur around the room. His head is pounding, and his ribs are sore. The stab wounds are taking its sweet, sweet time healing- and at this rate, it's surprising that it even is healing. Damon is bleeding out from the still-open stab wound. His torso is aching in particular, and he can feel the werewolf venom crawling towards his heart. His body feels cold but he's sweating all over. He's lying down, unable to move. Every joint he moves results in Damon screaming out in pain.

He isn't craving blood. That must mean that my body is shutting down. This is bad, right? Maybe Stefan will find me. Who am I kidding? Stefan probably still hasn't figured out yet that I'm missing, stupid, stupid, Stefan. If he did, I would most definitely be sitting in my chair drinking Bourbon. Oh, how Bourbon right now would be perfect.

He breaks out from his thoughts to the see world spinning. The room was getting whirly. He gets a terrible aching pain in his chest. He clutches his chest, wanting to rip out his heart. His forehead starts sweating, and his hands start to shake. He trembles on the floor. His brain is exploding in his head. He just wants it to end. Damon groans out and slurs out words. His heart is racing faster, and his organs feel like it's going to burst out of his body. His mouth starts filling with blood, and his nose dripping blood. He opens his eyes.

"Elena? I missed you. What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here, get out before he sees you." Damon says with sincerity. Elena just laughs at him.

"You failed, Damon. You are a failure. You wouldn't have gotten stuck in this mess. If only you would have been more kind and forgiving of Stefan, then you might not be stuck here. You are so stupid, what did I ever see in you?" Elena says, spitting out the hateful words one by one, and each one taking a stab at Damon's heart.

"Elena, I'm sorry. Please, Elena. Don't leave me. I need you." Damon says, his eyes pleading at Elena for her to help. One looks at Damon's eyes, and you can see all the pain and the brutality he has suffered. Elena sees Damon's lost eyes yelling at her for her to help.

"You don't need me, Damon. You need to die. You're a burden to Stefan and I. I love Stefan, and I will always choose Stefan. It's never going to be you." Elena compellingly says, walking closer to him.

Damon is on the verge of breaking. He's standing on the edge of the mountain, deciding whether or not to jump off. The cool breeze blows on the back of his neck.

"You think I'm a burden? Look who's talking? We had to save you every single damn day. Oh no, Elena's in danger, I have to drop everything now to save you. I would have risked my life to save yours. I would've died for you."

He takes his right foot and dangles it off the edge, glancing at the long drop down. He can imagine himself falling down. It won't kill him, but it sure as heck would give him a lot of pain.

"You are pathetic, Damon Salvatore. I don't know why I chose you. Stefan is a much more charming person than you will ever be. He respects my decisions and he is a real gentleman. You are just his little pet that follows him around every day. When I look at you, it just reminds me of all the pain that has happened in my life. You are a waste of space."

He leans his weight onto the free-floating foot off of the edge.

"Damon, stop."

Someone pulls him over the edge, taking him off balance.

"Stefan?" Damon looks around the room, immediately recognizing the distinctive voice that belongs to his brother.

"Damon, snap out of it."

"Oh, now you find me? This is some bad timing, brother." Damon says, settling his eyes on a shadow in the corner of the room. The shadowed figure walks closer to Damon. Damon looks around the room, searching for Elena.

"She's not here, Damon. Stop looking for her." Damon looks at the figure walking out of the shaded area in the room.

"She chose me, remember?" The guy expected to be his brother, was, in fact, his kidnapper, Vaughn.

Damon drops his mouth and starts to tug on the restraints. Vaughn has tortured him for days, without giving him a single drop of blood. His wounds still are not healed yet, and his whole entire body is sore and numb. He's as weak as a rag doll, and he's been flailing around for the past week, unable to control his movements.

Vaughn walks closer to Damon, his face morphing into Stefan, and then back to Vaughn. Once he's standing right in front of him, he crouches down and takes out a shot. Damon starts to struggle in his restraints, as he has gotten that habit from the weeks he has stayed captive. Vaughn- now Stefan injects him with a red, milky substance.

Blood.

3 Weeks Later

Damon groans as he moves his sore body. He hasn't been given blood for about three weeks now. He can feel himself slowly desiccating, and his ribs grinding against his skin every time he moves.

He's still thinking about the time where Stefan- or Vaughn gave him blood. Was it Klaus's blood? Since when did he have Klaus's blood? Did Stefan give it to me? Or Vaughn? It had to have been Vaughn, if it was Stefan, he would've saved me. What is going on right now? I'm really starting to question my own judgments.

Where's Stefan? If he weren't coming, Damon would have to break out of here. He looks at his hands that are chained down to the ground. Nope, there is no way I can get out of here. I don't have any energy left. Escaping is not an option anymore. The rubbings of the chains on his wrists make it raw and sore. He touches his wrist, immediately flinching.

The room is cold and dim. There was only one source of light- from what Damon has observed, and it comes from a small window near the top of the wall. The window is always closed, so Damon can't look outside. Wait, light… Damon looks down at his fingers and touches the finger that always held the daylight ring. He looks down on the finger, and couldn't find the ring. He starts panicking, looking around on the floor in hopes of finding it. This is bad. This is really bad. I need my daylight ring. What am I going to do? How am I going to leave this place without my daylight ring? I really need Bon-Bon here to help me make a new daylight ring. Where did my ring go? Did that idiot take my ring? He's miserable in here.

All of a sudden, a loud puff comes out from a little box on the left corner of the room. A strange mist is coming out of the medium sized box. Damon eyes the mist carefully, realizing its vervain. His eyes grow large as he watches the mist spread out through the room. There was soon going to be vervain everywhere. Everything he touches would be infected with it, and the side effects include pain and burning. Although it's not like he can touch anything, he was chained up on the floor. His limbs feel sore and he hasn't been getting any proper exercise. His bones ache whenever he moves, and he feels stiff. He can't even sit up, much less stand.

"Seriously? Vervain?" Damon mumbled out.

Out of nowhere, a loud booming voice came from a speaker on the right corner of the room. It was Elena's voice.

"It's always gonna be Stefan." Damon heard that quote one too many times. It's engraved in his brain. It's always gonna be Stefan… How many times did she say that Katherine included? More times than he can count. It keeps repeating the same exact thing, "It's always gonna be Stefan."

"I GET IT, OKAY!" Damon screams out. His throat immediately starts burning up. The vervain creeps towards his skin. He starts coughing uncontrollably. He turns facing the floor and sees specks of blood landing on the floor. There was a faded red color from before when he puked up blood. His skin is burning up. Red bumps start to form on his pure white skin. His blazing blue eyes are squeezed tight, trying to hold the tears in. His mind is screaming with pain and agony, but one particularly sticks out like a sore thumb- she is always going to choose Stefan.

That was a total pain to get out. It took me roughly 3-4 hours trying to come up with scenarios, and then half way I came up with the idea of adding in Damon's hallucinations. Haha well, it was either a hit or miss. Please review it encourages me to write more. And thanks for reading! I hope you liked it :)
-Angela