Fifty Shades Of Dark - Damon Salvatore
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Turning the faucet on, she wetted the towel and wiped the blood away. She tried to calm herself and heard Damon calling her name still from outside the door. It made her cry harder as she held the painful spot and rummaged through his medicine cabinet for a bandage. Finding one, she covered her wound and fell to the ground. She sobbed and sobbed until her eyes grew dry. By then the name calling had stopped. She knew she couldn't keep herself locked up in his room or in his house. She had to leave. She had to get away, far far away.
Elena stood up feeling dizzy knowing she had lost quite a bit of blood. She stumbled out of the bathroom trying to regain stability but it was hard. His dresser filled with priceless keepsakes of his tumbled to the ground as she dug her hip into the side of it and fell too. Determination to flea was still on her mind and she pushed herself up. She was weak though and she took a moment to before she tried again.
The books and picture frame were scattered. She looked over at it hopelessly knowing this was end. Damon was a monster, a monster she had fallen in love with and now she was trying so hard to get away. She pressed her palm down on one of the books to help her up, but it slipped. Her elbow bruised instantly as she hit the ground again. Something stuck out of the book and it caught her eye. Elena sat up and tugged on the parchment that was secured between the pages.
As she withdrew it, her hand trembled. Her heart began to race again. Each breath was staggered and she felt the tears forming again. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. The image that stared back at her was her own eyes. The bottom a name was scribbled and a date. Elena threw the picture across the room and managed to find the strength to run once again. The dizzy spell had returned, but this time she was focused. She unlocked the door and fled, but a pair of arms stopped her.
"Elena…" Damon yelled. "I'm sorry."
"Stay the hell away from me!" She screamed looking around for an exit.
"I didn't mean to, I just…" He tried to explain himself, but she pulled away.
"Let me go!" Elena cried. "Let me go!"
Damon released her from his grasp and Elena stumbled as she ran. She picked up her shirt that was the floor of the foyer. She didn't bother putting it on and ran to her car. Her hand shook as she put the key in the ignition and started it up. The sound of screeching tires filled her ears as she sped away from his house.
The image flashed in her head again and tears streamed down her cheek. The scribbled name at the bottom read, Katherine. Her foot pressed down the accelerator harder.
All Elena could think about was, why do I look like her?