Chapter One
Dear Everyone Who's Ever Touched My Heart
A new fanfic about after Stefan left. Just try it, and review tell me if I should continue. This story is dedicated to all those who evertthought of commiting suicide. I hope you realize that there's always someone out there who cares, and that things do get better.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries
Dear Everyone Who's Ever Touched My Heart,
It ' been a month since Stefan left, and you told me never to give up hope. But how can I not? He's gone, and I know that. Everyone's always taken away from me, in some shape or form, and I can't stand but think it s all my fault. So I'm not going to ruin everyone's lives anymore. Please don't miss me, because I'm doing this for you, please don t hate me, because I'm doing this for you. And please don't think you could have stopped me, because you couldn't have known I was going to do this. I love you all, and I hope because I am no longer here, you've found some happiness again, because you all deserve it.
Love you all always,
Elena
Elena stopped writing, her hand shaking. She'd never thought of committing suicide before. Sure, she ' been a martyr, but never did she want to die for herself. Although she didn't say so in the note, it was more for herself than them. There was a hole, slowly swallowing her, suffocating her, and it had finally won. The cloud of despair was killing her, and she needed to kill it before it could get any harder. The saying, it can't get any worse, had never applied to her life, because it always did get worse.
She picked up the knife, the silver blade glittering and shining in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, which was locked tightly on all exits, so she 'd defiantly be dead by the time anyone got the key and unlocked the door. She took a deep breath, prepping herself to cut that deep lying vein in her wrists, so she could finally disappear forever. She was aware of how she was wasting the gift of life her father had given her, not only the day he died, but the day Isobel conceived her. But it didn't matter. This was the end, because life was too hard to stand.
She cut deep into her skin, layer by layer, the pain overtaking her like a wave, but she kept on going, red flowing from her wrists rapidly, without ceasing. She soon felt dizzy and nauseous, and then lightheaded, as the floor became closer, and then the world disappeared forever.