The Best Love is Insane

by gablucia

A Delena fanfic: Elena doesn't remember how the accident that killed her parents and not her occurred 3 months ago. She also doesn't remember how she mysteriously ended up outside the car when she was secure in her seat belt. Could a man named Damon who is looking for his long lost brother help Elena remember the memories from the night the accident happened, and create new ones?

1. The New Normal

Dear Diary:

I haven't written here in a while. For 3 months and 6 days exactly. That makes today July 29, 2014. Halfway through my summer before senior year at Mystic Falls high school. I had to make up all the work I missed from junior year, which wasn't easy. So, my summer has basically consisted of make up work, and actual work at the Grill. Work is the only thing that's keeping me sane nowadays. My doctor said I should take part in "normal" things. As if anything is "normal" in my life right now. But, for now, work is, so I've been doing a lot of it. Picking up extra shifts instead of sitting at home trying to get things done. Trying, but not succeeding. Anyway, I'm not ready for senior year, or going back to school in general. I'm not ready for a lot of things. School, we covered that, my friends, my more than friend, Stefan. Stefan. I told him I needed sometimes, and he said he understands. Or I'd like to hope that he understands. I don't think anyone does to be honest. But I want to be with my family, Jeremy and Aunt Jenna. They're the only family I have left, and I need them more than they need me. Even if all the memories come back, and its more painful, I need my family.

"Elena..Elena?" Somebody was shaking me awake. Who? "Elena, are, are you alright?" Stefan.

I check my watch. It's 6 P.M. I was supposed to be at work at 12. I must have fallen asleep, but for that long? When I look up to meet Stefan's eyes, they look pitiful. I was always able to read what his eyes were saying.

"Ummm, I, I must have fallen asleep. I'm late for work".

"Are you sure you're okay Elena? Jeremy went to the grill, but he said you weren't there, and Matt said you never came in. He asked me to come by, and umm, see if you were home." More pity.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Really, I just didn't sleep well, I guess." I take a quick glance at my nightstand, and the pill bottles on top of it. When I meet his gaze again, he's no longer not directly looking me in the eyes.

"Okay. Well, umm if you need anything give me a call, alright?"

"Right, thanks Stefan."

After Stefan left, I went downstairs to make some coffee, and called Matt. I apologized and told him I would make up the hours. He said he understands and to not worry about it. Everyone says they understand. I head back upstairs to see where I left off in my diary. But it wasn't there. I fell asleep in the window seat, where I was writing. So where was it now? I shrugged it off, I would just find it tomorrow.

I set my coffee down on the night stand, right next to the bottles. I turned the TV on and ended up watching Friends. Stefan and I used to marathon it all the time. We've practically seen every episode of it. It's the little things I miss, watching two whole seasons of Friends in one weekend. That was one of my favorite memories, with him at least. That was normal for us. But what's normal now? Taking medication constantly? To fix the headaches. To fix the aches and pains. To fix my mood. All they did was made me sleepy. Which explains the 6 hour nap.

I wanted to be normal again. I wanted everything to be normal. My old life was normal. Maybe the only way to be normal now was to get off these meds.