What was going through Elena's head when she remembered the times Damon compelled her? I hope you like!
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My mind was a total blur, messed up in every sort of way. Memories were becoming more distinct, and my head felt like it was literally going to explode. I was craving blood; something I thought would never happen to me, least of all me. I slowly paced back into my room, with the intention of lying down on my bed. It was all becoming too much for me to handle, I needed some alone time to figure everything out.
Why was Damon still here? Hadn't he left already? Why was he wearing different clothes?
I asked him why he was still here, I wanted to be with myself, not have another battle with Damon. I was just too tired to argue some more.
"Cute PJ's" He smiled and looked up at me, apologetically.
What? Why would I be wearing PJ's? It's about one in the afternoon…What has he done wrong now?
I frowned, confused, and looked down at what I was wearing. Definitely not PJ's, that was for sure. Turning back to look at Damon, I realised he was gone, no sign or trace of him being there at all.
Jeez, I must be going mad. Perhaps this is what always happens when someone transitions?
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