Elena hid in Damon's room when she heard Damon come home. She heard the murmur of Stefan's voice and she shut her eyes, broken. Stefan really was going to tell. And Damon was going to hate her. She heard a loud crash, and fear crept up her spine. If that was Damon, he was angrier than she expected.

Heavy footsteps came closer towards the room and Damon threw open the door, with Stefan in tow. "Elena! When is the last time you ate?!" He demanded, upset. Elena glared at Stefan hatefully and then turned her eyes to Damon as she meekly replied, "I don't know."

Fury blazed in Damon's eyes, blue fire, as he growled. "Damnit, Elena! Are you trying to kill me? Because you're damn well succeeding!" Elena opened her mouth, but shut it, unsure of what to say. Damon continued, "Why are you so hell-bent on dying, Elena? Do you realize how much you're hurting me?"

Elena's voice was wobbly with tears and just above a whisper as she said, "I don't know how to live anymore, Damon." He took a step towards her, and she took a step away from him. Damon noticed. "Why are you afraid of me, Elena? I'm not going to hurt you, i love you too much for that."

He took another step forward only to cause Elena to take another step back. She seemed to shrink in fear. "I-i can't anymore, Damon. It's too hard, you have to understand." Damon's eyes widened in further anger. "Elena, i completely understand. You're the one who doesn't. You have no idea how much pain you're causing me by hurting yourself. You're being selfish, Elena, and i want to be there for you but you have to let me!"

He roared, unable to contain his wrath. He took another step towards her until her back pressed against the wall. She could smell his spicy cologne and for some reason it only scared her more to know how close he was to her. "Just tell me how to help you, Elena, i don't want to lose you!" Tears sprinkled Damon's eyes, and he wiped them away. Having Damon so close to her only upset her even more, and it brought her back to Jason.

Her vision blurred, and she was reliving that memory yet again. It wasn't Damon in front of her, it was Jason. She gasped in horror, looking for an escape, but there wasn't one. She whimpered softly, feeling his hot, angry breath on her neck. "Please, stop" She begged. He didn't budge, and Elena panicked. "Please, Jason, i won't tell anyone. Just let me go," She begged again, crying.

Damon was shocked. Why did she think he was Jason? Jason was dead. He saw the raw fear in her eyes and became ashamed with himself. He was scaring her. "Elena, it's me, Damon!" He exclaimed. She wasn't listening. Crying louder, she pleaded with him again. "Please let me go, I won't tell i promise. Please, i'm scared, i want Damon, i want Damon." Her breathing accelerated, and Damon heard her heart pounding violently, threatening to explode.

Damon stepped away from her, and she took the opportunity to bolt out of the room. He turned to his night-table and grabbed the bottle of bourbon. He drank the whole bottle down to the last drop, and collapsed on to his bed. he would try to make amends with Elena in the morning, he was too tired to do anything at the moment. He let sleep overtake him.

Elena sat on the edge of her bed, remorseful, she needed help. She just didn't know how to ask for it. Her aunt Jenna's voice carried up the stairs and to her room. "Elena, Dinner! Come down and eat!" Elena's stomach clenched in pain at the word eat. She couldn't, it was too early for that. But she knew Jenna wouldn't take no for an answer. She would just have to throw it up when everyone went to bed.

She trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jenna and her brother Jeremy awaited. She sat down besides Jer and looked down at the plate in front of her. Noticing that she hadn't touched her food, Jenna spoke. "Aren't you going to eat, Elena? It's chicken marsala, your favorite." Elena looked at her food for a few more moments before hesitantly lifting her fork and taking a bite. She managed to finish a quarter of her plate before announcing she was done and going to bed. She bounded back up the stairs without another word, and went to the bathroom she shared with Jeremy.

Locking the door behind her, she turned on the sink and lifted the lid of the toilet up. She knelt down in front of it and shakily stuck two fingers down her throat. It took a few moments until she finally retched and let it all out. That's when she heard her name.

It was Jeremy. "Elena, are you okay? You aren't sick right, because we have school!" Elena groaned before replying. "I'm fine, Jer. just go to bed." She heard him sigh and his footsteps walking away. She had no idea what he was doing on the other side of the door, though.

Jeremy took out his phone and dialed Damon's number. Something wasn't right with Elena and he was worried, maybe Damon knew. The phone rang at least six times before Damon groggily answered. "This better be important, Gilbert" Jeremy shrugged at his tone

. "Sorry to wake you, but it's about my sis." All fatigue left Damon's voice right then. "What about her, huh?" Jeremy raised his eyebrows and sighed. "I don't think my sister is eating, she barely ate two bites of the dinner Jenna made, and it was Elena's favorite. Then i heard her throwing up in the bathroom." Damon sighed as well, saddened. "Okay, Jeremy. I'll talk to her" Jeremy smiled softly and hung up the phone, and went to his room. He would sleep tonight.

Damon called Elena, deeply upset. She picked up, sounding weak. "Hi, Damon" She said forlornly. "Elena, do i have to force you to eat something? Jeremy told me he heard you throwing up. This has to stop, Elena. I don't want to lose you again! I'm coming over and staying with you tonight. No but's."

He hung up and blurred out of his room, past Stefan, and outside into his car. He was going to be there for his Angel tonight, even if she didn't want him to be. He, Damon Salvatore was not going to give her up without a fight.