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Elena POV

I shot out of my bed, shaking with gut wrenching sobs from my most recent nightmare. I felt like it was all happening again, they were dying right in front of my very eyes as I realized there is a good chance I might end up going with them. I feel the water surround me and fill my lungs, and then everything just goes black, I don't remember anything else. Well that is until I get to the hospital with a stranger telling that my parents and closest aunt were dead and that a random guy was able to pull me out so I got to live with everything, all of the guilt and sadness, afterwards.

Wiping off all of my tears, I looked at the clock realizing it was only 3:45. Deciding that there was no way I would be able to get anymore sleep, I got up and took a very quick shower, not wanting to risk waking up John or Isobel. I got dressed quickly and put on some light make-up, not really caring what I looked like because I would most likely sweat it all of later anyways. I left my room with my gym bag in hand and stopped to check on Jeremy. I looked into his room and saw that he wasn't there. He was probably over Bonnie's or Matt's. I wasn't mad that he wasn't home or didn't tell me, because I knew that if I had somewhere else to stay I would've been long gone a while ago.

I grabbed my red apple and black coffee off the counter and out the door I went. Today was my first volleyball practice since the accident, and just to make things better I was getting a new coach because my old one, Marcus, moved. But on the upside I knew that my new coach was amazing at volleyball because he was Damon Salvatore and when I say that I mean the Damon Salvatore, gold medalist from the London Olympics, setter of the number one male volleyball team in the world. And luckily for me he also happens to be the most gorgeous person who has ever walked the planet.

As I walked into the gym, I saw him canoodling with the front desk lady. Typical I thought. I stood right next to him for about a minute and he finally got annoyed and turned to me and drawled, "Can I help you with something?"

I gave out a little laugh and said, "Ya you can. I am Elena Gilbert, you're new student."

He stared at me for a couple of seconds thinking something over then responded, "Well let's go and start your warm up then."

I quickly said okay because I was embarrassed by the scrutiny of his gaze, and hurried to go get changed. Once I had on my blue spandex and tight black tank top, I looked in the mirror and saw all of the small cuts and bruises that littered my body. Some were from the accident others were more recent from things that happened at home. I finally mustered up my strength and muttered under my breath the usual mantra I say when things are tough, "Today will be different, it has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say, 'I'm, fine thank you.' I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh be someone new; it's the only way I'll make it through." With one last look in the mirror I shoved my things into the small gym locker.

I made my way out to the gym with my water bottle in hand and started to warm up. Damon slowly sauntered over to me. "If I understand correctly, your doctor said that you are still recovering and just getting back into the swing of things so we should take things slowly. Correct?" he asked.

I starred daggers at him. "I have absolutely no intentions of going 'slowly' because if you honestly think that slow will put me back to being number one in the nation then you have been sadly misinformed."

"Fine," he said, "we won't go slowly but how about carefully?"

"Whatever," I responded and I walked onto the court to start some drills.

We worked for a couple of hours and did millions of different exercises, some of them were easy but most of them were hard because I hadn't touched a volleyball for a couple of months. I do have to admit, Damon is a fantastic coach, maybe even better than Marcus, which I didn't think was even possible.

About 4 hours into the practice I finally decided to take one of Damon's offered breaks because I was beginning to feel fatigued. As I sat down on the bench the room started to sway a little bit and I felt really dizzy. Damon saw me pale and came quickly over to the bench. "Elena, are you okay?" he asked with worry in his voice and filling his eyes.

"Just dandy," I responded. I tried to stand but then I lost my balance and fell back onto the bench. All of the sudden everything went fuzzy and finally black.

Damon POV

When I first saw her, my first instinct was oh my god she beautiful. I mean I have seen her before, watched here play games in person and on the TV, but up close she is even more perfect. When I got the call to be her coach I knew I wanted to do it because she has so much potential, but I knew I had to go slow and steady because she was still healing. So when I saw her pale and start to shake I knew I had gone too far and should've forced her to take a break. I caught her before she fell and tried to get her to wake back up, but being her stubborn self she wouldn't. That's why I'm currently sitting in the nurse's office of the sports facility, getting interrogated by a very old nurse. But finally Elena started to move again.

"Well good morning sleepy head!" I said cheerfully.

"What happened? And why does my head hurt so much?" She asked back.

With that the nurse lady started to talk medical terms that I was not familiar with so I kind of zoned out. For the first time this whole day I noticed all of the cuts and bruises scattered her body. Shouldn't most of them have healed by now? I'll have to ask her about that later I thought. Suddenly something caught my interest in their conversation.

"Now how is John treating you Elena?" the nurse asked. I saw fear momentarily flash through Elena's features but it was quickly masked with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

She quickly replied,"Oh, everything is great, just the usual stuff."

"Well you come to me if you need anything. Okay?"

"Of course," Elena stated quickly. I could tell she wanted to stop wherever that conversation was headed.

"Well I suggest you go home and get some rest, and then you should be good to go. Just make sure that tomorrow you eat more than just an apple before you go and have a rigorous practice!" The nurse chided.

"Okay I will. Thank you for helping me again, Annie," Elena stated as she tried to get up. I quickly got out of my chair to help her to her feet because she was still a little wobbly.

Once we got out of the office I looked Elena over to make sure that she was okay then said, "Go get your bags from the locker room, I'll clean up the gym then I will drive you home because you are in no condition to drive right now."

"But how will I get here tomorrow if I don't have my car?" she questioned me.

Well I guess I didn't think that part over. "I'll just pick you up again then."

"Okay, thanks," she said as she walked into the locker room.

Once everything was packed up, we walked out to the car. The ride home was relatively quiet. I was too busy thinking about the conversation about this 'John' guy to really try to talk to her. Once we got into Mystic Falls I asked for directions. When we pulled into her neighborhood I saw her stiffen beside me. "Oh crap," she muttered under her breath.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, don't worry about it," she whispered wearily as we were pulling into her drive, "so pick me up at 6 tomorrow?"

"Ya sure that's fine," I responded. She climbed out of the car and toddled up to the porch then waved goodbye. I sat their thinking for a second, what exactly is she so afraid of in that house, and why the heck did I care so much about her. I mean come on I am Damon Salvatore the world's biggest player, why should I be worrying about a random 18 year old girl?

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