It's about time I've posted up another story eh? xD

Anyway, this is my first TVD story, but not my first time writing, so you don't have to worry about it sucking ;)

I've been shipping Elena and Elijah for quite some time now. In fact, the first time Elena met Elijah, I knew they were perfect. I really hate Katherine though. Elijah deserves better. He deserves Elena! :D

Aaaalright, back to the story.

I suggest you listen to "A Movie Script Ending" by Death Cab For Cutie. :)

enjoy~!

Whenever I come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds.
And the shop fronts on Holly are dirty words; asterisks in for the vowels.

I don't know when I woke up, but when I did, everything was so… delicate; the light bulb shining above me that pulsated waves of heat I doubt I would have seen them without a magnifying glass, the paint on the roof and the walls that were so uneven I could point out most of them, the nurses and doctors bustling about outside.

But the very first thing I thought was: what happened?

And we peered through the windows, new bottoms on barstools.

What happened to me? What happened to Matt? Where were Stefan and Damon? Where was I, why was I here…

Oh god. Everything came back to me in torrents. We were driving, Matt and I, on the road, when suddenly… Rebekah. Matt lost control and then…

No. I was off the table in a flash, the wet hair that clung to the cold metal of the stand pulling off like sand off of skin. No needles were stuck into me. No alarming sounds penetrated my hearing. I could get out of there without anyone noticing. I just wanted to see Matt; that was all. I wanted to see him alive and moving and breathing, his heart beating, and the blood in his veins warm and pumping through and through.

The people remain the same, with prices inflating, inflating.

My feet carried me out the door and into the hallway/intersection of the hospital. I looked around, looking for that familiar mess of dusty blonde hair that I had come to know and love.

I found it in a second or so, along with two other heads, one bronze, one black. A wave of relief flooded through me. Running towards them, I barely noticed the flesh that rubbed against my damp skin as I pushed both women and children out of my way, just wanting to hug my friend who could have died if it wasn't for the vampire that loved me—used to love me.

As if saved from the gallows, there's a bellow of buzzers.
And people stop working, and they're all so excited, excited.

Matt's eyes widened when he saw me coming towards them, and I spotted him taking a step back behind Stefan, who had crossed his arms and pursed his lips. I stopped dead in my tracks, confused by their behaviour. Didn't they want to see me as much as I wanted to see them? The older Salvatore took a step towards me. His intense gaze seemed to burn into me as I returned it with a look of hurt.

He offered me a sad smile. "I'm sorry, Elena."

Passing through unconscious states.
When I awoke, I was on the high-way,high-way, high-way, high-way…

That was when it hit me. I knew what hospital I was in. It was where Meredith Fell worked. Meredith Fell… AKA the woman who made her patients drink vampire blood for them to survive. And I was there… was she the one who nursed me?

No… "We never wanted this to happen." Damon said, his usually enthusiastic voice that had changed into a deathly low one snapping me from my thoughts. "Stefan was there, it's just that… he wasn't fast enough." No words escaped my mouth as I let this sink in. What were they trying to tell me?

"Elena," Stefan started, stepping away from Matt and closer to me. "I was going to get you. I was. But you told me to get Matt first, and I—"

"You let me die."

With your hands on my shoulders, a meaningless movement.
A movie script ending.
And the patrons are leaving, leaving…

I couldn't believe it. The creatures that I had come to believe in, the ones that I had loved, the ones that had betrayed me, that had killed most of my family, the creatures that killed millions around the world and not me…

I was one of them now.

And Stefan had let me die.

The sense of betrayal that coursed through me was incredible. I could have sworn that I could have knelt there and cried my eyes out because of his treachery for a week, maybe more. I expected it from Stefan, not Damon though. Why wasn't he there with him? He could have saved both Matt's and my asses if he was! Was he out in a strip club doing what he did best? Flaunting his dick to sluts of all ages?!

"Elena, you're making a scene." Damon said in a hushed tone. My head snapped up sharply. The Salvatores definitely weren't overreacting about the heightened senses. Because even in the shadowy lights of the hallway I could see every speck of dust that floated above our heads. Making a scene? I started walking towards the bastards that had let me be made into what I was now. My heart clenched, because there were so many different feelings that coursed through me: anger, sadness, fear…

Hate.

Passing through unconscious states.
When I awoke I was on the high-way, high-way, high-way, high-way…

And I was just about to slap both of the brothers when Damon's hands rested on my shoulders heavily, an apologetic look on his face. "Elena," his eyebrows furrowed, and something told me that if I were still human I would be able to forgive him. "We will do everything we can to find a way to change you back. We already talked about it with Bonnie, and she—"

My hands shoved his off of my shoulders as roughly as they could have. I looked Damon straight in the eye. "I don't want your help." Then to Stefan. "Or yours." Finally, my calculating gaze fell to Matt, and I saw that he was terrified. Slightly, ever so slightly, I softened up. "And I don't blame you, Matt."

"But you two, know this: that I'll never forgive you for this." I let all the rage I had ever felt for the Salvatore brothers right into that single statement, and it seemed to have worked. They both looked down, and I walked past them, slipping past Matt, but not before planting a kiss on his cheek that was supposed to show my forgiveness, nothing more, and nothing less.

And now we all know the words were true, in the sappiest songs, yes, yes.
And I'll put them to bed, but they won't sleep; just shuffling the sheets.

To toss and turn, you can't begin to get it back.

Right after I exited the doors of the hospital, I found myself driving mercilessly through the highway, pedal on the floor and hands tight on the steering wheel.

I found that I was so desperate for some kind of release, for some kind of help that the Salvatores, no matter how hard they tried, had ever given me before. Only one name came to mind… and it was the name I had least expected.

I had never expected my feelings for him to come to this. We were only friends, well, less than friends after what he did to me in the woods. He had left me in that cave with Rebekah, his evil sister that so badly wanted to kill me. Imagine I and her, stuck in this tiny-ass cave underground. It was a miracle I was still alive at the end of the day.

Passing through unconscious states…

But he… he loved Katherine. And it's not like I wanted him to love me or anything, but our situation was complicated enough after that letter he left on my bed, why should he help me with my problem when I had so unfaithfully lied to him about Esther's intentions?

Who else would I turn to though? Damon and Stefan were out of the picture, I never wanted to talk to them again. Caroline would go crazy if she found out about me, but she probably already did, didn't she? No use going to her and explaining things then. Bonnie probably already hates me by now because of my transformation. Rebekah was a big no-no. Klaus an even bigger one.

When I awoke, I was on the onset of a later stage…

Him then. He was my only choice. I knew that he hadn't left. I spotted a blur by the corner of my eye often enough to know that it was him still watching over me.

So why was I so reluctant to just drive to his house and knock on his door?

Was it because there was this huge pit in my stomach that was just daring me to go in there and face my fears? Probably.

The headlights are beacons on the high-way…

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