Hello readers! I would like to say welcome to this story. This was an idea that popped into my head and I just had to write it out. I couldn't help myself. While this is my second Delena story that I have posted, I will be going back and forth between them as well as my other story. If you guys are following me and have been wondering why I haven't posted the next chapter for Trust Me, I promise that it is about 80 percent complete and will be posted soon! But as some writers do, we have ideas and have the need to write them out. I would love to know what you think about the beginning of this. Should I continue it or leave it alone? Please leave a review and let me know what you think! This story will be all human...with a touch of the supernatural in here. And it is completely AU.

ANYWAYS! I do hope you enjoy this first chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the characters.

Happy reading.


I had always thought my life had been perfect. I had everything I ever wanted in life. I had the dream job that I had wanted since I was a child and I lived in a house that was similar to my dream home. I even had the most amazing husband that meant the world to me. There was even going to be a new member of our little family. It was everything I ever wanted out of life. Sure there happened to be the regular moments where my life had its problems, but I honestly wouldn't trade it for the world. I just never expected for thing to take a turn for the worst as it had.

Have you ever had one those nightmares where you are wake up in some strange place and something chasing after you? When you run to find help, you find others around you but no matter how much you scream or wave your hands at them to get them to look at you, they never do. That is exactly what is happening to me now, minus the something chasing me. I just don't remember ever falling asleep.

The last thing I remember was being in the car as my husband drove towards my parent's house. We hadn't been on the road long, I'd say maybe ten minutes. We were on our way there to show my parents the most recent sonograph photos of precious little girl that I just couldn't wait to meet. It would only be a few more weeks until I got to see and hold her in my arms and we were completely excited. Her kicks on the drive there had kept the smile on my face. I remember looking down at my stomach and placing my hand over where I could feel her little foot pushing against my stomach. But that was the last thing I remember.

Now, I'm standing of to the side of a hospital room. There are several people surrounding the person in the bed, but no matter how many times I try to get their attention, they wont look my way. I never seen any of these nurses or even the doctor that was in the room before. But even though I had no idea who they were or why I was there, I wanted to get someone's attention. And while I try to get their attention, I never once looked at who they are working on.

Along with all the shouting and the sound of machines beeping away, I hear a loud bang on the window to the room. It was loud enough that it should have caught the attention of the others, but it never did. They were focused on the person in the bed. But the banging had caught my attention and I had walked over to the window. The blinds are closed and I can't get them to open. If it wasn't for a few of them being bent at the edge and leaving a gap, I never would have been able to see through the window. And what I saw looking through that gap, it had caused a gasp to leave my lips and stare at the piercing blue eyes that looked in.

I could see tears in those blue eyes as well as flashes of anger and worry that would take over for a moment. Every time I had seen a glimpse of the anger, there was another bang on the window. It was then that I realized what had been causing the banging sounds. It was a fist hitting the glass window. And each time the fist made contact with the window, it was as if the blows were getting weaker.

I raised my hand up to window in hopes that the owner of those piercing blue eyes would see me, but the eyes had just looked passed me. They never once actually looked at me as if I was standing there. And when I realized that I still couldn't be seen, I knew something was wrong. I turned my head back to see what those eyes had been looking at and it caused me to freeze in my spot. I now knew why no one could see me. I was having an out of body experience and the way things looked, it did not look good at all.

I shook my head quickly in disbelief. Even though my eyes could clearly see myself laying on the bed as several nurses and doctors worked on trying to revive me, I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to think that I was dying. I didn't want to even think about that there was a possibility that I was going to be leaving my family behind. I couldn't do that. Besides being in complete disbelief and trying to wrap the fact that I could possibly be dying, there was only one person I thought of in that moment and he was standing on the other side of that window.

I could feel my eyes getting blurry from the tears that were threatening to spill. Was it even possible for a ghost to cry? But I was. I turned back towards the window and looked back at the gap. This time, his eyes weren't peering into the window as he had been before. This time, I could see him. I could see him sitting across the hall with his head leaning back against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the window. I could see his lips moving, but I couldn't hear a single thing being said over the sound of the machines and the nurses and doctors talking.

"Damon." I said as I placed my hand through the gap and against the window. I wanted him to see me. I needed him to. Even though I had no idea what was going on with my body, I needed him to know that I was right there. I have never wanted something so badly as to be seen in that moment. But there was nothing I could do. There was no way I could physically get his attention. All I knew was that I was currently stuck out of my body hoping that those that were trying to revive me would succeed.

I have to admit that I am afraid. I am afraid of what this will lead to. There are only two options here that I can see. Its either I be revived or I die. And I am currently stuck in the in between. My name is Elena Salvatore and I am almost positive that I am a ghost standing in my own hospital room.