I WANT A FRIEND GANG
Drawing Ian Somerhalder (by Heather Rooney)
THIS IS NOT MINE, I AM JUST SHARING IT!!
Day 2 → What effect Ian has on your life and what he means to you.
Ok, so first of all I know that the title above isn’t the exact wording of the task, but I’m on my phone so go with it :P
This, as you can probably tell, is the wonderful Ian Somerhalder & myself. I met him for the first time on the 15th June, and again on the 16th, briefly. This right here was the best moment of my life so far.
Let me tell you a story. Most of you know by now so I’ll keep it brief, but I suffer from advanced, rare medical conditions. There is no cure; I’ve accepted that. It began when I was ten years old and I’ve been in a lot of pain for almost seven years now. It’s progressed steadily and last year, I became extremely depressed. It was my final year of school; supposed to be the best year of your life. I was hospitalised for five weeks and recovering at home for two months, developing more advanced illnesses. When I returned to school it was in a wheelchair, and I returned to find I no longer had any friends; only bullies. And… Ian.
It sounds ridiculous, right? How a man I had never met (at that time) could be something I kept fighting for. But it was. I began reading the TVD books in my recovery from hospital, and in January (2012) I began to watch the show; something that changed me forever. At school, I’d read the TVD books, or think about interviews of Ian I’d recently watched, to drown out the noise of the bullies or distract me from the fact I was all alone in a corner at lunch. My thing to look forward to was getting home to watch another episode, or more interviews.
I soon realised Ian wasn’t just a good actor, or a pretty face. He was charismatic, he was inspiring; he believed we could make a change. He is a fighter, and as such, made me one too. He kept me from giving up. It sounds pathetic, but without this one thing to keep me going, I’m not sure I’d still be here.
I planned this convention for a year. I’ve graduated school now and finished my first year of college, with an amazing group of friends, but things were still hard. TVD was my rock and going to this convention was my goal to focus on. It is actually a huge achievement for me to get through a year of college with a great report, and even more so to be able to go away with a friend for a weekend to this convention, to care for myself and be independent. I managed it.
What can I say about my meeting with Ian? Well, a lot of you will have heard this story before, but I was slightly hysterical at that point. :P We got to skip the queue to have our photo because of the wheelchair and before I knew it, he was standing in front of me. Ian Somerhalder. My idol, my inspiration, my everything.
My heart was pounding and then, he saw me. Let me tell you - those eyes really are that blue! I thought I would die there and then. He took in the wheelchair and I was worried how he’d react, but he came straight up to me and helped me out of the chair. My friend gave me my crutches to walk over to him, and I asked if I could hold onto his arm so I didn’t have the crutches in the picture. His reply? “Screw that - hug me woman!”
As you can see, I happily obliged. He was holding me so tightly and everything was in slow motion. He smells absolutely amazing - my t-shirt smelled of him afterwards and I never wanted to wash it again. He was nuzzling his head into mine and then the picture was over.
I expected that to be it, because everyone else had their picture taken, got to say hi and then were made to move. But Ian gave me my crutches and looked at me. He noticed my shirt, which said ‘keep calm and ship Delena’ and absolutely adored it. I then showed him my Damon ring, and he said “You rock, honey.” and hugged me yet again.
It was then that he whispered in my ear and thanked me for coming even in the wheelchair, because it can’t be easy. It was then that I started crying so I just whispered “I love you” into his chest. He replied “I love you more,” before drawing back and saying “see you later?” with a wink.
Then we were gone, although he looked like he wanted to stay longer. It was a good job I had my wheelchair - my legs were shaking like mad.
Later in the day, I went to collect autographs from all the guests, including Ian’s. He recognised me instantly and said hello. He kissed my picture of Damon and added an extra few kisses onto his autograph - despite the fact everyone else did not. I gave him my letter then, my hands shaking, and told him if he could read it, I’d love it because it was to thank him for everything; for giving me will to live and inspiring me. Those blue eyes softened and I’m pretty sure I almost melted. He said “no, thank YOU. You are my inspiration, all of you.” Ian then stuck the letter under his shirt and promised he’d read it later. I’m almost certain he did. Before I left, he said “keep smiling, stay positive.”
The next day, he told a friend I made at convention who has one of the same conditions as me, that he sincerely hopes they find a cure. Just that means so much - and he told us he’d see us next year, too.
I know what my thing to focus on for the next year will be, now; meeting that fabulous man again.
Ian truly made a difference in my life and so many others. He’s received a lot of hate recently and after reading story after story like this, I simply cannot understand it.
Ian Joseph Somerhalder, everyone.