The moon was high in the sky, shining like a florescent light. It was my only friend in this prison, and i couldn't sleep. I was in the middle of a sentence as i was talking with the moon when i heard something from down stairs. I caught by breath, finally excitement. I swung my legs across the side of the bad and ever so slowly got up. The bed creaked, I swore silently, and listened. Nothing stirred. I tiptoed passed Amanda's bed. She was fast asleep, a bit too asleep if you ask me. She might have been dead. I knew not to try her though. Last time I did so I was very unpleasantly surprised....
Elena opened her eyes and gasped for air. She sat up and pulled the threads on her body. She climbed out of bed and opened the door.
She covered her ears when she heard dozens of shoes stepping on the floor, people talking as if they were screaming through a megaphone.
“Shut up!” she screamed and a few staff members turned around.
“Are you alright, miss?” a nurse asked. Elena shook her head confused. She leaned against the room. Everything was a blur. “I’ll get a doctor” the nurse and she looked around to find one.
Damon looked around in the building, when he saw a silhouette. He rushed towards it and grabbed Veronica by her throat and lifted her from the ground. He threw her inside the fourth room where the fire had started and locked the door. He heard her scream, but ignored it.
Damon turned around and Elena ran towards him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.
“We have to get out of here” she said when she let go. Damon threw her in his arms and rushed outside.