Okay so where do I even start? First I want to apologize for the lack of update the reason for that would be: 1) I've had exams and all I've been doing is revising. 2) I've recently found out that I have suffer depression and anxiety issues so you can imagine it's been a hard last few weeks. Not to mention the last few days so please forgive me. I am trying my best, I really am. Sorry for any mistakes. I'm so tired. Enjoy the chapter. Song Lifehouse- Broken.

The broken locks were a warning,

You got inside my head,

I tried my best to be guarded

But I'm an open book instead.

Elena POV.

"Elena, I'm not going to lie to you, okay? Everything I am about to tell you is the truth."

Damon glanced at me before slowly standing up on his feet again just like he had done when he came into the room just a few minutes ago. He paced in front of me looking down at the wooden floorboards, probably trying to come up with another lie that we could add to the infamous list. I didn't even know how many lies were actually on the list, how could I move on or even get through this when I didn't know anything about my past with Damon Salvatore?

Damon glanced at me briefly, his eyes searching my face for any sign of grief or acknowledgement to what he was talking about. I could feel the tears slowly come to a halt on my face and mentally thanked them for stopping. This conversation would never be able to happen if Damon thought he was causing so much pain, he would only tell me the bits that he thought I could hear without breaking. He would censor the story and I needed the truth.

"Elena, you have to know I never wanted you to find out like this." Damon whispered as he collapsed into a black leather arm chair that was quite a distance from me. His eyes drifted back to me and his delicate blue eyes looked broken and mirrored the confusion I felt inside of me. Damon intertwined his hands together and his thumb was rubbing soft circles on the backs of his hands as he tried to calm himself down.

"Find out what? Why is there a picture of us, Damon? Just answer the question." My voice came out as a beg and not the angered voice that I had envisioned for myself.

I wanted to scream at him, shout at him and hit him until he felt the pain that was burning through my chest and making my heart ache more than I thought it ever could. I just wanted to make him suffer but when I looked into his eyes it was obvious that he was suffering just as much as me. He looked like a defenceless animal that all you wanted to do was protect from any harm that would come his way. It was so surreal to think like that about a man who took my memories away but there was something inside of me that couldn't bring myself to hate him.

"That picture was taken about seven months back before you met Stefan, before your parents died. You kept nagging me saying you wanted a picture together instead of the ones we took at a photo booth once. So you got Caroline to take a picture of us together. The night it was taken, I was taken you to Pierre's. After our first date there you loved it and wanted me to take you back there. I'll never forget that smile on your face that you wore on that photo, never." He vowed never taking his eyes from mine throughout his entire speech. Damon's eyes were cautious when he spoke because it was clear that he expected me to scream, hit him and do all things that would have been a normal reaction from a person but I didn't move from the bed. I was truly frozen. I took a few deep breaths and nodded to him, a gesture for him to continue.

When Damon didn't continue reliving a memory, I took the time to slowly process the idea of me and Damon together. Truthfully, the idea didn't seem totally absurd to me because I was attracted to Damon and every time I looked at him I had always felt like there was something missing from my life but I would tell myself that it was just because of the death of my parents. Their death had left me scarred but the feeling of loss was stronger than that and it had been there even when my parents were alive. Everything that Damon had been saying sparked a sense of truth inside me and when I looked at him the feeling inside me stopped. When he looked at me it was like I could finally breathe again.

"Why can't I remember?" I asked him already knowing the answer, it was the only possible answer that didn't seem far-fetched or ridiculous. Damon must have compelled me to forget. There was no other solution.

Damon stood up off the chair and slowly made his way to me on the bed. He looked down at me and I could tell that everything about this situation was killing him inside. His eyes were glistening with remorse and his lips were curled tightly almost as if he couldn't bring to say himself the words to say it, to talk about us. He moved slowly towards me his entire body stiff waiting for me to start screaming at him. His hands were in front of his chest and he kept holding them in front of him unsure of what to do with them. Damon glanced briefly at me before his eyes returned to the edge of the bedspread.

My heart was hammered in my chest when Damon hesitantly sat down next to me. The mattress slowly strained under the added weight before relaxing back into it's usual place. Damon rested the palm of his hands on his on the tops of his legs and his fingers gently massaged the jean fabric underneath them. He glanced back up at me but I looked away from Damon's eyes not trusting myself to actually look into his blue eyes that never failed to pull me under his spell. My eye travelled down from his face to the floor where my own feet rested against his old Persian rug.

Nothing was processing in my head. None of it seemed real because I just wanted to scream at him and ask him why he had done this to me? But every time I opened my mouth to say something, nothing would come out. I was mad at him but even if I was mad at him as much as I was , it didn't matter. It didn't matter because everything inside me was telling me that he would never intentionally hurt me. Damon cared for me that much was clear even to me.

"Elena can you look at me please?" Damon practically begged me and I had no other choice to obey.

Damon waited until his eyes were locked with mine until he spoke a word. He waited until my heart was pounding from adrenaline, his closeness and anxiety to hear the truth about my undiscovered past. His hands moved from his jeans and slowly ran over the silk duvet, his fingers flattening any lumps or bumps that lay beneath them. His hands reached mine and never taking his eyes off me, he grasped my hands in his and pulled them to his face. Damon's eyes closed as his fingers trailed over my hand causing my breathing to hitch and falter. His eyes opened after a moment or so and his hand let go of mine but I kept it still in the bed so I could still be close to him without touching him.

"I compelled you to forget me." He whispered trying to remain eye contact with me and not to seem like he was a coward.

I nodded briefly to myself. I hadn't expected any other answer or any other possibility to my question. Taking my eyes away from his, I looked towards his bedroom door and sighed. Earlier when I stepped through his door I thought I would find just Damon's bedroom with no other secrets just a typical Damon room but instead I found a room of secrets and lies that somehow I had been drove into. Somehow I had been drove into a web of lies that I had never known about. Just a few hours ago, I thought my life had been complicated just because I had a vampire boyfriend and his last girlfriend looked exactly the same as me but now everything was different.

"Elena?" Damon asked pulling me from my thoughts. "Say something please."

I shook my head and choked out a chuckle at his words. What did he want me to say? Thank you for never telling me that we had once been a couple. Did he want me to ask him the questions that were rolling around in my head, just begging to be answered? Turning my head, I shrugged at him and closed my eyes silently willing myself to speak.

"What do you want me to say, Damon? I'm so confused about all this." I moved up off the bed and pulled myself away from just long enough so I could finally express my anger that I felt towards him. I didn't hate him but he had to know that this wasn't acceptable, that what he had done wasn't right.

"Nobody tells you how to cope with something like this, Damon. I was dealing fine with the whole vampire thing but having a past that I was compelled to forget and then compelled to remember a different one is crazy! It's crazy. It can't be real but at the same time in my heart, I actually believe that it's true."

I run my fingers through my hair and tried to remain calm but I could already feel the tears pushing through the barriers. I turned away from Damon, I couldn't let him see me cry again. I refused to show him that I was weak that he had made the right choice by not telling me about the secret compulsion that I had been under.

I heard the mattress creak and within a few seconds Damon was standing in front of me. His eyes searched my face for something that I didn't know or couldn't be observed from just looking at someone's face. I felt as though he was looking through me and into my soul as clichéd as it sounded. My breathing quickened and I could feel sparks flying around the room when he placed a hand to my cheek bringing me closer to his face, his eyes still never leaving me.

"Elena, you have to know that I-"

Before Damon could say another thing or even make another movement, the door slammed shut downstairs. I could hear Stefan's feet stamp lazily on the carpet, cleaning his shoes of any mud that had crept on his feet whilst he was hunting. Stefan's feet slowly made their way to the stairs and with each second he grew closer to finding me and Damon in Damon's bedroom.

Instantly I pulled away from Damon only to find that he was gone and that the picture was out of my hands and on the floor. The necklace landed with a thud of the bedside cabinet where I had found it only moments ago. Everything in the room was back in the usual place and nothing seemed different, nothing seemed out of place. Yet everything had changed and no matter how clean Damon's possessions was they all seemed tainted somehow. Everything was different and I had a feeling that it would never be the same again.

"Go." Damon whispered to me so only I could hear.

I move towards the door and didn't bother looking back at Damon. My footsteps seemed loud as they stepped over the old Persian rug and onto the old wooden floorboards. My converse thumped against the floor and my heartbeat was still beating loudly from what had just had happened between Damon and me. My head was still reeling and I realised that I still had so much to find out, so much to learn.

I turned around when I reached the doorway and looked back at Damon who was sat on the edge of the bed staring at me. I could hear Stefan shouting my name in the distance and asking me where I was but I just couldn't bring myself to move just yet. This conversation between Damon and me was not over. We had to continue this and I had to know everything there could be no more lies and he had to know that.

"Damon, this isn't over. I need to know everything." I stated.

"I know." Damon nodded agreeing with me. "Just try not to hate me, please. I don't want you to hate me, Elena."

I sighed to myself and closed my eyes before I re-opened them to look at him one last time before I left and spend the rest of the afternoon with Stefan. God, my life was so messed up.

"Tell me truth and I won't."

And I still see your reflection,

inside of my eyes.

That are looking for a purpose,

they're still looking for life.

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