Back to his parents' room.

Damon's POV

I got to the door of the room I hadn't visited for over ten years now. I laid my hands on the doorknob to open the door, and I began to shiver. My hands trembled, and I had to rest on the wall to keep myself balanced. That didn't seem to help my matter at all, and I slowly slid down the length of the wall I was resting on. I sat down on the floor and began to pant, gasping for breaths that refused to come as much as I tried.

Even realizing that I was showing weakness didn't help my matter much. All I was grateful for was the fact that no one was around to see me in my weak state. Ever since my parents passed away, I made sure no one was allowed to come anywhere near their room.

"No. I can't continue this way," I told myself. I forced myself to stand up from where I sat, and I opened the door forcefully before I got weak again.

I moved slowly inside the room after I closed the door firmly behind me. My eyes fell on the pictures of my parents, and I sighed. After the incid