Elena's Despair chapter 1
This is a fan fiction based on the characters of the TV show Vampire Diaries. It includes suicide attempts, thoughts and depression over relationship problems. Also Stefan is not with Klaus in this but you will hear Elena talk about Klaus. I need Stefan for this fan fiction so I put that Klaus got bored with him obsessing over Elena and not turning into a 'true ripper'. I think the song that inspired me to write this series (not just this chapter) is The Lonely by Christina Perri. Hope you enjoy it and sorry if it's a bit depressing but it's also about Damon and Elena.
Elena's POV:
Stefan left me. He broke up with me and moved away. Damon stayed and tries to comfort me but he just reminds me of Stefan. Stefan…
I press the knife against my wrist, press hard and slide it across the skin. For a second, nothing happens until blood pours down my wrist and drips onto the floor. It's more blood than I expected. I scream in pain and then cut my wrist again. The blood comes out much quicker than last time and doesn't stop. That's when I realise what I've done. I've cut a vein, I'm going to die. I need to get help. My first thought is, the door. If I go outside maybe someone will see me. But I would have to make it down the stairs and what if no one's out there? I stumble towards the window, feeling dizzy. Damon. He's outside the house, he can help me. I try to open the window but it's stuck and the pain in my wrist is too much to try to open it anymore. Now there's a trail of my blood on the floor and I feel like I'm going to vomit. I gag and realise that there's nothing I can do. I press my bloody wrist against the window and then its seconds before I pass out.
Damon's POV:
I still can't believe that Stefan left her... for Katherine! Luckily, he left that part out because that would crush her. So I've been keeping an eye on her house, from a distance. Today wasn't meant to be any different, until I heard a noise from a different direction. I wander towards it and see Katherine. I scowl.
"What do you want? Aren't you meant to be gone by now because if you're here to say goodbye I don't care," I tell her. She smiles, I know that smile. It means that she knows something I don't. I grab her by the neck and push her against the nearest building. Before I get to ask her what she knows, she points to something behind me. I look behind me and spot something that wasn't there before. Blood dripping down the window. Elena's bedroom window. I let go of Katherine and run towards the house. I kick the front door open and jump up the stairs. I can smell blood and hear her shallow breathing from here. No, please don't be what I think it is. I burst into her bedroom and see her now pale body on the floor in a puddle of blood. I don't want to but I freeze. The blood smells so strong; I can feel my eyes changing and my teeth turning into fangs. I breathe deeply and know I need to help Elena. I kneel beside her and hold her head up. Her eyes are closed so, as calmly as possible, I say:
"Elena stay with me," She mumbles something that even with my vampire hearing I can't hear. I use the hand not holding her head to pick up her blood covered wrist. She's trying to kill herself and it's Stefan's fault. I can't let her die. I carefully put her hand back down and bite my own wrist. I try to force her to open her mouth. "Elena, it's going to help. Please open your mouth," I know she can't really hear me but I still try. I press my bleeding wrist against her mouth again and this time it opens. My blood pours into her mouth and she swallows. Suddenly, she shudders and tries to cough up the blood I just fed her. "No, you have to swallow it." She opens her eyes and stares at me. I move my hand away from her mouth.
"Damon… I'm sorry…" She chokes. I kiss her on the forehead.
"I know. It's ok, it's ok," She tries to sit up but falls back again. I catch her, making sure her head doesn't hit the floor. "You're weak, you need to…" That's when I realise that she's gone again. My blood didn't work. How? "Elena? Answer me, please. Elena!" Each of my cries gets more desperate. I pick up her wrist again and try to feel for a pulse. I can't feel anything. I take out my phone and dial 911.