Chapter Twenty One – Nothing Makes Sense Anymore
THAT MAKES NO SENSE!
Well, so does werewolves and vampires. And witches and psychics. Truth is, nothing makes sense to you anymore, Amber.
How do you know this?
I'm a part of you.
That makes no sense.
It should soon. I promise. I'll see you soon.
NO YOU WON'T! I'M NOT DYING!
Yes, you are. Unless Stefan and Damon defeat Katherine and take you to the hospital in time.
Damon's here?
Yes. He came in when you heard the door burst open. That was him.
Then I felt a pair of arms pick me up. All of the sudden it was cold. I'm guessing they took me outside?
"Don't die on me..." He kept whispering over and over. My eyes wouldn't open.
"Damon..." I whispered, and I was put in the backseat of a car.
"I'm gonna save you. Don't die on me." He replied, and closed the door.
All of the sudden the seat underneath me vibrated. I'm guessing he was driving?
I guess I WON'T see you soon.
So i'm gonna live?
That all depends on Damon and if he gets there on time. But based on the way he drives...you're gonna make it. You would be dead if I didn't protect you through most of that fight.
Thank you Lisa.
(laughs) no problem.
Then I saw things flash through my brain.
The park. I was seven years old again, and it was sunny outside. My flowery dress had grape juice stains on it, and I was so sad. I sat on top of the picnic table beside the park, angry and pouting at my juice.
"Mr. Juice, how could you? This was my FAVOWITE dwess!" I pouted. The little bear on the bottle just smiled back at me. Sometimes I talked to it, when I was feeling lonely. Mom and Dad were very loving towards me, but I never had a friend I could tell ANYTHING to.
My brother was sixteen at the time, and he was watching me. Mom and Dad were on a date, so he would take me to the park. He smiled, and walked over to me laughing.
"Did Mr. Juice get your dress again?" Nick asked. He had black hair, that was spiked up. He had light blue eyes, like my mom and he looked like my dad. I loved him. He was so nice to me...even though I was irritating.
"Yes! He won't seem to stop!" I whined, holding out my dress for him to see the big stain. I didn't even have to do that, the stain was so big he could probably see it from California.
He laughed, and smiled. "Well, we're gonna have to fix that, won't we?"
Then we heard a loud rustle in the forest. Someone was watching us. He turned his head in the direction, confused.
He turned back to me. "I'll be right back. Stay here." He whispered to me, and I nodded. He walked over to the forest.
Then I heard it. His scream. I ran as fast as I could to our house, scared and frightened. My little legs could barely run, I was shaking so much. Luckily I didn't have to run very far...the park was in our neighborhood, and our house was kind of close.
I ran inside the house and told my dad. Apparently their date didn't go well and they got in a fight, so they came home. They called the police frantically and drove over to the park, with me in the backseat.
The cops found Nick's dead body in the forest, drained of blood. From that day on, my parents never let me out of their sight again. Until I was 16, and started dating Thomas.
I opened my eyes slowly, to see Nick smiling at me. He was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me.
"Come with me." he whispered, holding his hand out.
"Nick..." I muttered, looking at him.
"Huh?" Damon said, in confusion.
"Don't let him kill you too." Nick said, smiling at me. He was glowing.
What?
"What are you talking about..." I mumbled. My head felt dizzy.
"Come with me. He won't hurt you with me." Nick whispered again, holding out his hand.
Huh? …
Oh, my god. Did Damon kill Nick?
No. That's impossible.
"No." I mumbled.
"Amber, what's going on?" Damon asked confused.
"He's just using you. He'll drain you and murder you the next time he gets the chance. Come." Nick said, holding out his hand frantically.
"W-what? No..." I replied drowsily.
He wouldn't do that, would he? Would Damon seriously use me for that?
Was all of this just pretend?
Damon grabbed my hand as he drove, and Nick disappeared.
"Damon...i'm seeing things..." I whispered.
My eyes closed, and everything went black.
I opened my eyes again, and saw I was in my room. My dad was sitting on the bed beside me.
"Dad...?" I mumbled drowsily.
"Why didn't you tell me..." He said, his head in his hands.
Oh no. Did he find out?
"What are you talking about dad?" Denying was the best way to go about this.
"You should have told me you were staying with the Salvatores."
I sighed of relief. Thank god.
"I'm sorry dad, but I-"
He interrupted. "I'm not mad at you sweetheart."
Huh?
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I trust them. I'm just confused about why you thought you had to lie to me." He said, looking at the wall.
BECAUSE THEIR VAMPIRES!
"Because they're boys...and, I thought you wouldn't trust them." I made up.
"Well you know me so well." he chuckled. "But I do. Are you staying with them longer?" he asked.
I nodded.
"May I ask...how I got here?" I asked him, confused. Last I remember I was in Damon's car.
He chuckled. "Damon thought you were sick, so he brought you here. Turns out, you're okay." He smiled.
I looked at my side...no blood.
Whoa, how did that happen?
I thought back to the car...last I remember, I saw Nick and everything went black.
Oh my god. I saw NICK.
"Dad..." I mumbled.
He looked at me.
"I saw Nick." I whispered his name, as if it was forbidden.
He looked at me confused. "N-Nick's dead, sweetheart." He replied as if I didn't know already.
"Yes, I know. But I SAW his ghost. He was telling me to..." I trailed off.
Dad perked up. "Telling you to what?" he asked, worried.
"To come with him." I said quietly, Nick wanted me to die...he wanted me to be in heaven with him.
"Thank God you didn't." he hugged me tightly.
I furrowed my brows, and pulled away from him. "You say that like he went to hell." I laughed.
"He did." Dad replied, looking at the ground. "I know he did."
I looked at him confused. "What? How so?"
He sighed. "Nick's not exactly...err...dead sweetheart."