You must be wondering how I have such a long update up in so little time. To be honest, I am already attached this story. Man, I am blown away by responses I've received! Thank you everyone who took their time to review, favorite, or follow. I also found a beta! So, my writing will get better. For those of you who are interested in reading The Vampire Diaries fanfiction, please go to my other page, Elena Gilbert 1992, and check my stories out. The quality is sorta bad, but still, I have two amazing betas for that page who have helped me improve a lot.

The first few minutes after I'd posted the first chapter, I was kind of pissed at myself for not thinking a little (you know, whether I should post or not) but now I'll continue to the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Miss Fray?" Someone shakes my shoulder.

I groan and open my eyes. Wait, did I actually fall asleep? Crap. "Yes?" I ask.

"We're here."

For a second my heart jumps, and I think, when did they ever do the fertility test on me? How am I already in Idris? But I realize that, no, they haven't tested me yet, and there's still a chance that I can't have children. I look up at who's speaking to me. It's one of the men in the white coats that came to pick me up. (AN: That sounds dirty.)

I rub my eyes. "Oh." I say. The man holds out a hand, and I hesitantly take it and step out of the car. I'm in front of a big white building that says Brooklyn Fertility Center on the sign. I'm freaked out already. Not that I ever wasn't.

As I enter the building, I'm surrounded by a bustle of nurses, all dressed in milk-white uniforms. What is it with these people and the color white? There's that familiar hospital stench going around everywhere. Damn, I hate hospitals. And nurses. And anyone who has studied Biology.

"Miss Fray, will you come with us, please?" One of the nurses, a pretty young woman with blond hair says. I nod slightly, and follow her into a corridor. Everything here is white, as if it's parched of color. It mirrors what I feel.

The nurse seems excited. Maybe these guys don't get much work to do around here. I shrug to myself as the woman opens a door and gestures for me to go inside.

I swear to fucking God, if I see any more of the color white, I'm going to stab someone and use their blood to paint the walls.

I sit down on the one chair in the room that thankfully, is blue.

"Now," The nurse says, "I'm going to inject you with this." She holds up a long needle with equally as much clear liquid inside it. There are butterflies in my stomach, more like angry wasps. Needles scare me all the time. It's been happening since I was little.

There's a sharp pinprick in my neck, and I wince. When I blink and open my eyes again, everything is shiny around the edges. A stray curl falls over my face. It's nice and soft, and fuzzy. The last thing I hear is a beeping sound that reminds me of when people cuss and their words are covered up with those beeps, and then everything goes dark.

Ugh. My head is hurting so hard. Every pulse of my heart feels like a hammer hitting my skull.

I had this really bad dream about the color white, but I couldn't wake up. Something was keeping me asleep. I should tell Mom about that.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" A female voice questions. I open my eyes and look around. Oh, right. I'm being tested...or I've been tested.

The pretty blond nurse smiles sweetly. "We have good news, Miss Fray. You're one of the rare ones who can actually have kids."

I knew it. My mother was right about the test. It's never wrong. Fuck. How am I going to get out of this situation? My nails dig into the upholstery of the blue chair, making a tearing sound. I grit my teeth.

"Does that mean that I have to go to-"

Blondie cuts me off. "Idris? Yes. It's a wonderful place, dear. I know you'll love it there."

I blink tears back, and the nurse hands me a tissue. I blow my nose, and then somehow, I burst into tears and start full-blown sobbing. I'm never going to see Mom again. How did everything change so quickly?

"I hate you!" I scream, so hard that Blondie backs off and hits the wall.

"I believe the phrase you're looking for is 'tears of joy', Miss Fray."

"Tears of joy? Tears of fucking joy?!" I yell. "No way in fucking hell! My mother told me it's a prison. It's a fucking prison!" I screech. I've never raised my voice so high. It sounds wrong and my brain is telling me to stop.

Pretty soon, I've used up the entire box of tissues, and when I look inside the box for another one, I find that there are none left. I scream and chuck the empty box of crap at the wall.

"Ma'am, do I have to call security in?" Blondie asks me. I'm so fucking done with her sweet little voice and the way she says ma'am, making it sound more like I'm a patient at a mental hospital rather than a random teen.

I sniffle. "No," I reply. "You can shut the fuck up, though." I retort.

She opens her mouth as if she wants to tell me something, but closes it just as quickly. Thank the lord. I think I've calmed myself down now. I'm cried out and exhausted. I could use some sleep. Too bad I can't curl up in my own bed tonight. My attention goes to the bland wall clock. It reads as 7:30. When I ran home from school, it was sometime around one o'clock. I've been on such a big adventure.

The thought keeps running through my head. I'm never seeing my mom again. I'm never seeing my mom again. It's taunting me, daring me to start crying again.

The door swings open, and a tall, thin man in a suit stands in the doorway. "Miss Fray's ride is here." He simply states, nodding towards the blond nurse and for a second my hopes go high. I think to myself that they're taking me home.

But the car ride lasts for more than an hour, and finally, I see that I'm at JFK (the airport). The car stops, and I take a deep breath. Here's to my imminent death.

I inwardly laugh at myself. If what Mom said is true (and why would she lie to me?), then going to Idris is equal to death. I find myself hoping for the worst. When did I become such a pessimist?

As I get out of the car, I see mysterious suit-guy pulling out bags from the trunk. They all belong to me, and I wonder-did my mom pack these for me? I bit my bottom lip. Hard.

The man practically races me through security, and by the time we're waiting for the private jet reserved for me, I'm tired and hungry. I ask the man for food, and in less than a minute, there's a Big Mac and a Coke in front of me. I snarf it down, and then drink up all of the Coke. I don't even take my time to taste the food, but who cares, right? It's better not to remember my last fast food meal and then getting all depressed over it.

I'm really surprised that the government would take their time in reserving a private jet for me. It isn't like I'm going to enjoy this ride though.

The events of the day zoom past my eyes, and I am suddenly fighting back tears once again. I've cried so much today, I'm shocked that my tear glands are still working.

The flight is announced. As I stall my way walking across the shiny floors of the airport, desperately looking around for a way to escape, I shoot glares at people who stare at me. I already know I'm a mess. There's no need to whisper about it behind my back.

A few tears stream down my face as I buckle up in the plush seat.

There's no stopping them now.

My life is officially over.

I'm done. I finished this in around and hour and a half, and I hope you like it. Thank you to okayitswayland for betaing this for me. Please review and stay tuned!