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I have a feeling that I only have a small window of opportunity to find a way to escape this place. Where ever the fuck this place is. Scanning the room, I look for anything to aid me in my escape. Who knows, I might be lucky enough to maybe find a random knife lying around, or maybe a fully loaded gun? You never know. But with my rotten luck I'm sure I won't even be fortunate enough to find a dead fly, and even if I did find a gun, I wouldn't even know how to use it. I know I'm being highly unrealistic, so I just discard my wishful thouts an focus on the task at hand.

In the tiny dreary square room, all I see is a wooden broom and an old rusted bucket and another rickety chair, that is similar to the one I am currently roped to, in a corner. The rest of the room is bare with nothing to help me.

I close my eyes and think to myself, WWCFD? What Would Caroline Forbes Do?

I know you probably there thinking how stupid my method is, but thinking about how my fellow Vampire Diaries characters would react to the nonsense I get myself into has gotten me out of a lot of tough and sticky situations. The Salvatores along with the other characters are seem to find impossible solutions, and I have learnt to adapt their 'out the box thinking' to help me in times of trouble.

I scrunch my eyes shut and begin to think real hard. I probably look constipated right now. I chuce at the thought of being constipated, it is such a weird concept when you think about it. I mean, you are unab-

No! No! Damn, I get distracted way too easily.

Shaking my head once, I concentrate again. Thinking of Caroline, my mind drifts off to an episode where she too, like me was tied to a chair in captivity. It was when she had switched off her emotions and Elena and Stefan held her captive to stop her from doing something she would regret. Anyways, long story short she broke out of the ropes by lifting herself and the chair and crashing the chair back on the ground. The force of the action causing the chair to collapse under her weight. And boom! she was free.

And that is exactly what I'm about to do. All those Quarter Pounded Cheese Burgers that i have been eating have finally come in handy. I take in multiple deep breathes to prepare myself for what I am about to do.

I plant both feet securely on the ground before I attempt to hoist my body up with the chair still glued to my backside. The legs of the chair are lifted into the air and the awkward angle of the chair's backrest causes me to be hunched over to the front.

Taking one more deep breath, I jump up and allow gravity to take its course and pull me back down to the ground again. My heavy ass combined with the glorious force of gravity cause the chair to collapse under my weight.

The remaining air that was in my lungs instantly gets knocked out of me. I now lay sprawled out on top of the now broken chair and covered in thick ropes. I groan out in pain as my backside and chest ache from the impact.

I sadly do not have time to recover from my injuries. Deciding not to waste any more time, I collect myself off the ground and stand slightly slumped in front of the door. I send a short prayer to the heavens, begging that the door is open.

Gently turning the rusted handle, I am pleased to find that the door, by some miracle, is unlocked. Wow! That is the first time something has gone my way since i arrived in America! I gingerly fully open the door and poke my head out. My eyes are met with an equally grimy wall as the room I was just in. The door leads to a nadrow passage that leads to rickety set of stairs that are going upwards.

Before heading out my prison, I make sure to take the broom with me that is in the corner with the chair and bucket. I mean, I don't know what dangers I am going to face at the top of those stairs. For all I know I could be walking into a room full of men holding guns. I know a broom might not do much damage compared to a gun but I can definitely break a leg or two in the process of protecting myself.

Feeling slightly more courageous and at ease with my broom in my hand, I slowly track up the wooden stairs. With every creek of the stairs my heart nearly jolts out my chest. I didn't know that stairs could be so damn loud!

Reaching the top of the stairs, I stand in front of another door. I open the door and peer into a large and dark room. The room is eerily quiet apart from the sound of water dripping ominously from the roof.

There is no sign of my kidnappers or anybody at that, and I am eternally grateful for that.Fully stepping into the room, I close the door behind me out of habit. My mom literally beat it into me to always close the door behind me.

I tip toe around the dark room in search for an exit. From the dark silhouettes that look like that of machinery and the many boxes lying around, I gather that the room I am in is in fact a warehouse, probably an abandoned one.

I walk slowly into a random direction with my hands held out in front of me. Partly blind due to the lack of lighting in the room, I walk leg first into a table. The force causing the table to shake unsteadily on its old legs, I try to grab the edges of the table to stop it from toppling over but my efforts are in vain as a few things fall off the table. And just as my luck has it, the things on the table happen to be metallic things, which means when they landed they clattered around loudly on the concrete floor.

"Shit!" I whisper scream, partly because of the loud ruckus that I was causing and partly because of the aching pain shooting up my thigh.

I stand still in the one spot as I wait for the pain to subside in my leg. As I'm waiting, a bright light appears from the dark on the furthest wall from me. A silhouette of a man appears in the doorway of light. Acting on instinct, I take a dive to the floor, clutching the broom tightly to my chest.

Footsteps stomp around the entrance of light, before the man can walk further into the warehouse, a voice stops him in his tracks.

"Ey, what are you doing in there?" The voice interrupts.

"I thought I heard something in here." A gruff voice, who I guess belongs to the man inside the warehouse replies.

"What kind of a sound?"

"A clanking one, like metal or something." The man answers unsurely.

"Really? You heard a clanking sound inside a warehouse that is filled with metal machines?" The other voice questions sarcastically. Yes Mr Sarcastic! Ask him what he is doing here! I inwardly cheer on the sarcastic man as he berates his companions intelligence.

"Yes." The man answers sheepishly.

"Boy, you sounding like an idiot." The other voice taunts, "Just get outta there now."

After a moment of hesitation, the man finally turns around and heads out the door. Closing the door behind him, the warehouse is submerged in darkness once more.

I wait for a few seconds, until the dark warehouse is cascaded with silence again before I stand up off of the floor. Thanks to our unwanted visitor, I actually know where the exit that I was aimlessly searching is.

I track towards the direction in which the man entered from, making sure to be more careful this time. I know I have arrived at the wall where the door is because I slam face first into it. Swallowing my cry of pain, my hand travels across my face to see if my nose is still intact. Though my face is pulsating in hurt, I am glad to feel that nothing is broken. Which means that I am still beautiful.

Letting go of my face, I place both hands on the wall and move along it looking for a door knob or handle.

Rubbing my hand against the wall, as if it was my long lost lover (which I don't have by the way), I come into contact with a smooth material. Outlining the shape of the material, my heart jumps for joy when I register that it is the handle.

Slowly, I turn the handle and push the door open. The door doesn't even budge open.

What the fuck?

I try pushing once more and to my terror, the door still doesn't open. Panic rises up my throat as I try again and again and again. Nothing!

Feeling frustrated, with my hand still on the door I lean my head and my upper body backwards, looking up to the heavens, well in this case dark ceiling feeling like I could just scream at the whole world. A look of pure anguish decorating my features.

My body sways backwards as the door swings open. Regaining my balance, I stare shocked with wide eyes at the now open door. How in the world did that door just open?

After staring out the open doorway, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I was supposed to pull the door open, not push it open. Damn I feel like the world's biggest buffoon right now.

Chuckling at my stupidity, I walk out the warehouse like a boss with my head held high, acting as if a stupid door didn't almost cause me to have a serious mental breakdown.

As soon as I step out the door, I swivel back into the room I came from. Just outside the door, is a man standing there with his back turned towards me.

I take three deep breaths and tighten my hold on my trusty broom. It's now or never. Without thinking about it, I run out the room while screaming like a banshee. Before the man can turn around, with as much force as I can muster I swing my broom and watch it connect with the back of the man's head.

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