22: Wild self care

Elaine’s POV

The days passed, they blurred into a monotonous cycle of sleep, food, and idle conversation with Damon.

Each morning, I would awaken to the same sterile surroundings, the stark white walls of my room offering no solace or reprieve from the relentless march of time. But there is always breakfast waiting.

Damon's visits became the only semblance of normalcy in my isolated existence, his presence providing a fleeting sense of companionship amidst the suffocating silence of my confinement.

Yet, even his attempts at conversation failed to penetrate the heavy fog of despair that hung over me like a shroud. It’s been two days since I last saw Killian and I’m sure my family don’t even care whether I am alive or not.

Despite my attempts to maintain a facade of indifference, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of unease that gripped me with each passing moment. The absence of any developments in my situation only served to heighten my anxiety, leaving me feeling increasingly po