Elena scribbled up. Damon’s voice had faded away and she tried to find it back.
Elena’s breath went faster and she started walking when something was holding her back. She looked down and saw how twigs of rosas wind around her legs, thorns stinging in her flesh.
Elena grabbed the twigs, ignoring the pain and tried to break them. But they were too strong.
Knowing Damon needed her gave Elena some extra strength and she let herself fall down on the ground. She pulled the twigs that grew bigger and bigger and winded around her body. Before she was completely immobilized she grabbed the part that was closest to the earth and bit it. It hurt a lot, but she didn’t care. The thorns ripped her mouth and lips and chin and blood dripped on the ground, but she didn’t care. She kept biting until the twigs were broken and she could free herself.
She scribbled up and started running, while another twig came out of the ground, trying to stop her.
Damon’s voice stopped and so did Elena. She was standing on a colina and she looked down. Down the colina was an open field, dark clouds floating above it.
She had been here before.