Prologue: disillusionment.
I could not keep anymore these negatives and destructive feelings in me, they had to free themselves whether I like it or not, otherwise, I would explode, and I felt it was sooner that I expected when I noticed her. I wanted to scream, to insult, to externalize my pain, and it was a violent slap that fell harshly on her cheek, I was free of an invisible weight, but that was not enough, I needed more than that. I just felt ridiculous to be like this, it simply showed to everyone that I was very affected by the situation, by her. She cocked her bruised cheek in the opposite direction of my watery eyes, I could not contain the tears, a torrent escaped and a hiccup was to my throat. She looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and that was really the case. Everything was entirely her fault. Always.
I was stupid enough to believe her, in her sweet words, her compulsive lies, although I know perfectly that kind of manipulative she was. And the worst mistake was to fall in love with her, to see her differently than she actually was.
"Are you crazy? What is wrong with you Elena! You know I will not let anyone hit me for no reason! So you better have a good excuse, or you'll be very sorry, even after your death!" She barked, next she grabbed my neck; I have had time to see my fate, my back slammed loudly into a wall, the one outside my house. The pain that ran my column was nothing to me contrary the one I had in my heart. There were only resentment and nothing else. I loved this woman, she made me think she felt something for me, and that I was special she sounded sincere ... as Stefan, her great love. And yet, she betrayed him with his own brother? So, why this was so surprising? I knew perfectly her bad reputation. I had to be a game for her. I could not help viewing this blonde, coming out of the apartment of my ex, her neck covered with blood, disordered clothes after a 'good' night. Yet, Damon warned me that we should not trust that manipulative bitch, everybody warned me, and I did not listen. And I am confined to this non-existent relationship to this woman. I was so stupid! But, not anymore…
"Yes, I am. I'm crazy for thinking you had been able to change. You're still a bitch! You easily spread your thighs to achieve your goals! I thought you loved me! I protected you against the others! But they all had right about you! I hate you! I wish I could drive a stake through your stone heart, and finally, you will disappear forever from my life!" I barked, how I could be like all the others preys of this tarantula? She had woven a trap from which I deliberately accepted to be a prisoner. My words seemed to settle my victim, who was furious. I saw perfectly her white and sharp teeth. She was going to put me into piece, oh poor human I was, and who had no chance of survival against this bloodthirsty monster.
But I was not going to show my fear of losing the life she had already done enough harm in my lifetime, I will not let harm me more. I growled and glanced at her with no fear. Suddenly, she released me, and I landed hard on my butt. I had no time to breathe, a presence that made me lose my spirit whispered in my ear. I tried somehow to not shiver by the proximity of this dangerous predator; she knew perfectly how to make lose my sanity. Just a touch, a lick, a kiss…Her long fingers traveled down my neck, and the pain made me wince, my neck was burning. I saw that my interlocutor had torn my pendant and the ring that Katherine normally wore when she went to the outside, protecting her from the sun, she offered me there was six months ago. I was surprised by such a gift, especially on the part of the woman, who did not appreciate to light her tenderness or some feelings she could give, and I treasured until now, this old ring. And now, I would not have anything to Katherine Pierce, aside bitterness.
"You're not even worth the trouble I dirty my hands, I'd kill you, and it will be one less problem in my life, always a real pain. And you dare tell me that you trust me? That you are different from others? You make me laugh Lena. You're the worst. It was fun to make you my docile toy." She tried to taunt as I went to hit back. However, I was paralyzed when I thought I discerned a tear trickle down her cheek. No, it was impossible, the great Katherine could not be sad or cry, it was definitely my imagination, or my own tears clouded my vision. The brunette seemed to notice my agitation, and was embarrassed and she disappeared before I could sayanything. Only the word 'farewell' that escaped haunted me. And I let myself be lulled entirely by sadness. It was all over between us. So I hoped never to see her again, however, with Katherine Pierce, will came back, and I will confirm my suspicion in the near future.