Chapter Two: Change
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything from The Vampire Diaries all of the prospective characters, story-lines, and similarities are property of the respective writers. Everything else is my own original work and any similarities to any other FF's are purely coincidental. That all out of the way, PLEASE ENJOY! A/N: Hey everyone I just want to wish you all a very happy and healthy holiday. Hope Santa :-P was good to you all and brought you lots of presents. Okies so this story is rated M for many reasons, dark themes are one. So unless you have a super capacity unflinching ability to stay gleeful and happy then I suggest you save this chapter for after Christmas day lol.
Elle POV:
July 21st, 2010 It all started to go tumultuously downhill when I was 10 years old. Finding a dead, lifeless body changes a person. I mean really...what do you DO when your 10, standing over a pale body, sprawled across the floor, blood puddling and coagulating around it. You stand there staring at it, the body of what used to be a living, breathing being, gawking at the once lively eyes that are now glazed over, cold, and opaque. When the shock wears off you OFCOURSE run, crying, shaking and trembling to the nearest adult. Everything afterwards is just a blur of movements and being given simple direction until one day you realize you missing an entire month of your life. No matter how hard you rifle through your head for a memory there really isn't one. Except for that is, the face that will forever haunt you, the deadened, listless eyes staring up at you, as if silently crying out "help me!" at the top of their now non-functioning lungs, like they would just wake up at any second. And this, THIS is only the beginning. Now your stuck on a fucking path that was of fate's choosing and not of your own. You continue your day, losing a piece of you slowly in each and every breath. Co-existing with people who don't even acknowledge your fucking existence. You live in fear of being assaulted by the unpredictable drunken boyfriend or being murdered or tortured by the psychotic brother your stuck "babysitting" every single day because "someone has to work". Finally like the typical latch key kids we were, the psycho does something criminal although not quite yet a felony, and becomes the polices' problem, the typical asshole threat to society. You have lost so many hours of sleep in your life you can't even count them. You let your hurt and anger consume your entire being, it is after all the only way you know how to "survive" now if thats even what you would call it. After a few years you start dating, desperate to find someone to give a shit about you, maybe even grow to love you and give you the attention and devotion you deserve. You drag the cool, sharp metal of the razor blade across your arms repeatedly. Blood leaving the wound assuring your still human and ensuring you are still very much alive no matter how unfeeling. Then you cry yourself into exhaustion until sleep finally overcomes you and replays your life, or in your case nightmares over and over in your dreams. Your then current "boyfriend" if you could even dignify that asshole with such a title lures you to his apartment under the guise of hanging out and watching a movie. The making out begins as expected as he then proceeds to get carried away pushing farther and farther until forcing himself on you, stealing the last and only virtue you had left, discarding you as a piece of dirty trash the next morning. Your ice to the core now, numbed by anything and everything that has and will happen. Can no longer find it within to care, no longer living or coasting, just barely surviving life as its all you have left to even hold onto. You've lost count of the fucking beatings and attempted murders, the endless threats followed by the physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. You've hidden all your SCARS so no one will ever be able to see them. Well I guess that's the gist. I don't know why I even started this moronic, motherfucking journal. I have to go my bus has arrived in Mystic Falls. Write later, ugh maybe, who fucking knows,
I unboarded the bus and like clock work Elena had Stefan fumbling through luggage to procure my own. I could tell from her eyes I was even worse to see than a "sight for sore eyes". She took my hand and started to tow me towards the car.
Elena POV:
As Elle's bus pulled into the docking space, all my nervousness began to cease. My instinct to love and protect her from further harm was now in full gear. As she got off the bus every part of my insides wanted to shred, I wanted to cry and scream in pure rage. Nearly every part of her body that was visible was either black, blue, stitched up or wrapped in gauze dressings.
I took her hand and pulled her towards the car. Stefan already had all his emotions plastered on his face the second he set eyes on Elle. He was leaning against the hood of the car as we reached it, he gave Elle a small smile. He got into the driver's seat as I got into the backseat with Elle.
The second the door closed Elle broke down into the tears she must have been holding back the entire bus ride. I held her close hugging her, and kissing the top of her head until she fell asleep from pure exhaustion. As she slept I stroked her back comfortingly.
She was finally here. All that mattered to me now is that she was HOME, a safe haven where she could rest and begin to heal without fear or worry. I wanted her to get all the love she'd missed out on and most of all give her HOPE. And if we were lucky she would even begin to learn to live once again and find her happiness as I had with Stefan.
A/N: Hey all, I hoped you got a better understanding of Elle and what's going on in her head, and why she is the way she is in future chapters. PLEASE REVIEW! xoxo