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𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 101
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Samaria
I'm not going to say it, but I'm going to say it. This party is depressing the hell out of me. It literally puts the press in Depression. I don't know why all of sudden a wave of grief and sadness has washed over me, but it's smothering me. I feel like I can't breathe in this room, in this party, in this house.
The urge to jump up and run out the front door is like a lump in my throat. I sit up straight in my seat trying to maintain my calm, cool, and shadily collected facade. Which probably went out the window an hour ago as I gulp down glass after glass of champagne. I convinced myself that I was freaking out because of Stefan and his plan, but I know that's not the case.
Ever since I let Elena call me Sam I can't help but feel this guilt eating away at me. Every time I hear her say it I want to throw up. I mean I know I literally told her that she could, but I couldn't tell her no. I honestly just want to go home and wallow in my grief.
I stand up from my seat and straighten out my dress. I scope out the crowd trying to look for anyone who could give me a ride home. I would leave by myself but Stefan drove me and seeing as I refuse to speak to him, I need a plan b.
The first person I spot happens to be the older brother of my green eyed boyfriend.
"Damon!" I call to him interrupting him from whatever conversation he was apart of. He takes long strides over to me.
"My dear Aria, how may I be of service?" He mocks with a sarcastic smirk. I stare blankly at him.
"I need you to take me home" I tell him watching as Caroline eyes us carefully from the other side of the room.
"What, why?" Damon asks genuine concern lacing his voice. I look back at him.
"I need to leave, I can't be here anymore with these..." I trail off glancing around comfortably folding my arms.
"People" I grit out through a clenched jaw. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
