AN: Hey :) This is my first FanFiction ever and please be gentle with me. English isn't my native language, so I still mess up with tenses and grammar sometimes..

I'm not really sure about the Title yet, so I'll maybe change it later.

Well, I hope that you'll like my first attempt at writing a FF and please let me know if you want me to continue this story. :)


Elena laid on her bed, staring at her ceiling. She had cried for hours. She still couldn't comprehend that her brother was dead. The only one who was left of her family was now gone too. How is she supposed to go on without him? How is she supposed to live forever if she can't even watch him grow up and start his own family. If she isn't able to do it at least he should've been. This is not how it should've gone, this is not how her and his life was supposed to be.

All this just because of some cure that was supposed to turn her back into an human being. She thought back to the moment in the cave. When she saw Katherine in front of her, she knew everything would go wrong. Elena couldn't understand how Katherine found out about the cure. How she found them this fast. How she got there and then even fled with the cure without getting caught. Weren't Damon and Rebekah still next to the hole. They could've stopped her. Should've stopped her. How could they miss her? How could anyone on the island miss her? How did no one notice that she was there?

And then it hit her. This all never would have happened if Stefan and Damon didn't try to get to know her. If Stefan never would have signed in for High School and if they never would have fallen in love with each other. Elena probably never would've ended up as a vampire and therefore didn't need a cure.

Elena knew it was completely wrong to think like this and that even without the Salvatore Brothers in her life, Klaus probably would've found and killed her right then and there. There would've been no one to protect her. But then everyone would still be alive instead of ending up dead just for trying to save her.

Nevertheless Elena couldn't shake the immense feeling of guilt building up inside of her. She couldn't stop thinking about everyone who sacrificed their life for her. Jenna. John. Alaric. And now even Jeremy. Tears welled up again and she shook her head, trying to hold them back. She didn't want to cry anymore. She didn't even want to live anymore. She sat up, thinking about giving it all up. Just taking off the daylight ring and walk outside, waiting for the sunlight. But as her eyes fell on a photo of her and Jeremy on her drawer she knew she couldn't do it. Jeremy's death mustn't be for nothing. She knew he would want her to live her life and be happy. She closed her eyes and could feel a single tear rolling down her cheek.

After they came back from the Island, Elena went to her old House instead of the Boarding House. She didn't want to see or talk to the Salvatore Brothers, since some part of her felt like this was all their fault. They tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't have any of it. She even screamed at them and didn't care about the pain in their eyes. Damon and Stefan thought it was just because she's hurting and she'll come around, but Elena wasn't so sure if she could ever talk to them again. Surprisingly she blamed them more than Katherine.

Elena was alone at home and still sat on her bed, when she heard the front door open. She opened her eyes and released a shaky breath. She wiped her tears off of her face and watched her room door, expecting Damon or Stefan to come in any minute. But nothing happened. Suddenly feeling suspicious, Elena got up and carefully walked over to the door. Cautiously she opened the door, but saw no one in the dark hallway and couldn't hear anything.

"Hello?" Her shout came out weak and shaky from the many hours of crying. Suddenly she felt a whoosh of air behind her. She quickly turned around and froze. Right there in front of her, stood Katherine, a small box in her hands and her eyes looking like she had been crying.

"Hello Elena." Her usually strong voice came out weak and vulnerable.