AN: omg i can't believe it's been, what, 3 years since I last updated? I don't know where I got the sudden inspiration from but I really want to get back into writing this story again! Sorry this is so lame and sort of a filler chapter, but more will come regularly, promise!
Three weeks Cat had been here. Three whole weeks, yet the small girl didn't really seem to be making much progress at all. Sure she talked, boy did she talk, to just about anyone and anything that was in her way, but she wasn't really saying anything. Group therapy would end up with her rambling on about whatever fantasy she had in her head for the billionth time, and she never paid attention to anything her therapist had to say in their individual sessions, just sitting back with her stuffed toy in her arms and resting her chin against it, looking at the clock and counting the seconds down.
It wasn't that Cat was miserable, far from it, she enjoyed talking to everyone and having activities to occupy herself with, it was the fact she was still too scared to open up about what had happened to her back home, what she was ultimately going back to once she was discharged. If she was discharged. The tell-tale signs were there, the girl was jumpy whenever someone raised their voice, she was obviously exhausted due to lack of sleep, and her eyes flickered around nervously whenever her parents were mentioned, but without any actual proof, it wasn't something that could be held against her parents or something that could be treated.
It was mid-October and the red head was laying down on the grass, in the small garden they had outside, trying to make the most of the little warm days they had left. The leaves were changing and everything was a pretty, burgundy brown colour. She was supporting her chin with her stuffed animal while her hands lazily played with the leaves, twirling them between her fingers over and over.
Little did she know she had been watched for the past twenty minutes. Damon Salvatore was a mere fifteen meters away from the girl, a persistent frown across his features as he tried to work the girl out. In his mind, everyone in this place was insane, yes, but it was an insane he had no problem figuring out. Textbook insane, if you will. However, there was something about the impossibly small girl that intrigued the vampire, that sparked up an interest that no one had in a while. "Is it necessary to carter that ridiculous purple toy around with you everywhere?" he finally spoke up, walking towards her as the girl scrambled to sit up straight. There was something about Damon that made her feel intimidated, not because she thought he would hurt her, but because he had some sort of feel about
"Is it necessary to carter that ridiculous purple toy around with you everywhere?" he finally spoke up, walking towards her as the girl scrambled to sit up straight. There was something about Damon that made her feel intimidated, not because she thought he would hurt her, but because he had some sort of feel about him, as if he was in control and no one else was. Holding the toy under her arm, she frowned a little, turning so that she was facing him. "It's not
Holding the toy under her arm, she frowned a little, turning so that she was facing him. "It's not necessary, I just want to. What's so wrong with that?" she shot back, her tone quivering a little at the end. The vampire was amused by her reaction and bent down so that he was
The vampire was amused by her reaction and bent down so that he was eye-level with her, plucking the toy from her hands and smirking as he looked down at it. "Ms. Valentine, if I were to make a list on everything that's wrong about it, would you like it in chronological or alphabetical order?" he mocked her, dropping the toy in her lap again as he stood up.
It took a little while for the red head to realize she had been mocked, wit was not a word usually associated with Cat Valentine. "Why are you a doctor here if you're so rude to everyone?" the words were intended to come out as harsh, insulting but instead, there was a questioning tone in it. The vampire turned around when she spoke, not expecting that particular question to come out of her mouth.
"Being able to make a mockery of you all is something that fulfils me deeply." He shot back at her, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I like to figure minds out. For example, I'm pretty sure I've got you all figured out already. Teenage girl with such trauma that she's permanently stuck herself into a child-like state to escape just how harsh the real world is, am I right?" honestly, he was just looking for some buttons to push, wanting to see what would make the girl tick.
His words caused Cat's stomach to drop as they seemed to pierce through her. "No." she hissed harshly, balling her hands into fists tightly. "Maybe if you took the time to actually know me, you'd know that's not true." The red head continued, mentally cursing the fact tears were welling up in her eyes. "All of you doctors just see what you want to see, my therapist is the same, you think you have us all figured out but have you stopped to think about the fact that if you did have us all figured out, we'd be out of here?" she wasn't expecting her thoughts to come out so rationally, and Damon was taken a little by surprise as well. He couldn't deny the fact he found her intriguing, something about the way her mind worked made him want to delve deeper into it, so before he knew it, he blurted out;
"Fine, Ms. Valentine. Challenge accepted, from now on you'll be seeing me regularly instead of your old therapist."