Author's Note: Aren't we lucky? Five chapters in one day! Except that this one's super short. Next update within the next few days... Promise! Also, thanks for the reviews. Titanica, you're exactly right... PTSD for Damon is messing with his head.
The lyrics and story title are from the song by Linkin Park.
Rate M for language, sexual content, sensitive matter, and dark themes.
You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart.
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard and got so far.
But in the end it doesn't even matter.
Hi! You've reached Elena! Leave a message after the beep!
"Hey Elena; It's John. We were supposed to make plans to have lunch this weekend, but I haven't heard from you… Call me back. Thanks!"
"Elena? It's Jenna. Haven't heard from you in a while… Damon said that you were supposed to come and stay at my place, but it's been over a week… I know you have fancy superpowers and everything, but I'm really worried about you. If the two of you had a fight, and you needed to get away, I understand, but I'd really like to hear from you. Just text me if you want. Okay, that's it. Bye!"
"Elena? Come on Elena, answer the phone. If you don't call me back soon, I'll get Bonnie to do a spell to find you, and then you'll have to deal with the wrath of Caroline. Just… Come on."
"It's Stefan. Damon told me what happened. Call me back."
"Hey Elena! I've been calling for a few weeks, but I guess you keep missing me. Everyone's having a hard time getting ahold of you. I just… I miss you. Call me back. Oh… yeah… it's Cole. 'K… Thanks, I… um… bye!"
"… …. …. Fuck it."