Elena was brought up in the suburbs. She was brought up to kind, gentle, loving, caring , cautious, diligent and a million other things.
She was brought up in a house with a front porch and a picket fence. She was brought up with homemade ginger iced tea and an aunt who laughed more than anybody Elena would every meet.
Nobody ever prepared her for a car crash. Nobody ever prepared her for the feeling of her stopping short in her chest.
Time is a cruel fate to endure and time is even crueller in Mystic Falls. There's Stefan and he listens and he understands and for a split second things seem to get better , but then again they always get better before they get worse.
The following years are worse than anything has ever been, than anything Elena could've dreamed up. There are nightmares lurking behind every corner.
Elena loses more people than she gains and in the end she loses those too. Everything feels like a blur. She feels like she can't do anything but watch them bleed; watch them die for her sake. She'd willingly give her life for any of them.
(Jenna, John, Ric, Jeremy again and again )
Afterwards everybody is just a name on a gravestone and Elena is the last one putting flowers in their vases.