AN: I just got inspired when listening to Lorde and this came out.
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The quote for this chapter is "I give myself a series of simple commands to follow, like "Now you have to sit up, Katniss. Now you have to drink water, Katniss." I act on the orders with slow, robotic motions."
She's on autopilot the entire day, she's done it so often.
The bell rings, and she reminds herself that means she has to go to her next class. She honestly couldn't tell anyone, even if they asked, where the hell she was going. BUt her body knew. Her mind knew too, there was just some disconnect.
She hands in homework, she smiles and follows the voice in her head, move over, Elena. You have to go to lunch now, Elena.
Even when she's driving. It's still barely registering to her, the voice in her head keeps her mind from floating away. She opens the door, and closes it. She walks up the stairs, the voice counts as she does, and she does her homework. She eats dinner, she talks. All automatic. When she sees someone sitting on her window seat, she blinks.
She's been jolted out of autopilot, torn off the road-the voice has no script for her Original ally. She sees something in his eyes that she almost would classify as concern if it were anyone else, but brushes it off. She needs to finish her math homework, the voice reminds her. He's about to say something, but the voice is familiar, so she follows her autopilot. She sits on her bed, working on math as she waits for him to speak, or perhaps she's forgotten him, he doesn't know. She seems far away, despite the few feet it would take for him to physically reach her.
"Elena." He drawls. He waits for her to acknowledge him, something is wrong. She looks up, confused. She hates being with him. It's not automatic, it's like pushing a car up a hill. Everyone else is easy, the things she needs to say are easy to script. Dealing with Elijah while on autopilot is like being thrown into the middle of a play without a script. On Broadway.
"Yeah?" She asks a minute later, he notices the delayed response. She can't explain, she's never explained it. She's never explained or told anyone about the autopilot setting for dealing with her day and the voice in her head because honestly she knows she would sound crazy, and it's too personal to tell anyone. Especially an Original vampire she'll only know until she dies in a sacrifice to kill his brother. She wants to keep her mouth shut, if she could see her brain as tabs on a browser, she's pretty sure the voice would be the one unresponsive one that insisted on being closed and restarted.
"I'm fine." She lies.
