So this is based on the book Delirium by Lauren Oliver. The characters are from TVD. Everyone is human.. and yeah. The plot does not follow the book or the series. I do NOT own the vampire diaries . Well, in my dreams I do...
Eighteen years.
I've been waiting for this day since eighteen years. My Evaluation Day.
The day of all days. The day that will change my whole life. The day that will be responsible for my future. Well, the answers I give will be responsible for that. Still. This day will change everything. After today, my whole history will mean nothing. The last eighteen years didn't really matter. Today matters. And I will do everything to make sure this day is worth remembering.
I've literally waited for this day my entire life. Back in the old days , before the cure, people waited for love. They practically waited for death. Pretty pathetic if you ask me. I don't know why it took so long to invent the cure. I just know it did. Sure, they had to test it. They had to find people who volunteered to test it. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. Sometimes they died.
But today, the cure is completely safe. And after the cure, I'll be safe from "it" forever
Amor deliria nervosa. The cure is all I ever wanted. I mean, what else could you possibly wish for?
I flip through the magazine "Evaluation – Everything you have to know.. and more" Today I'll get asked a lot of questions. And I'm planning to answer everything perfectly correct.
The interviewers are gonna aske me all those questions, so they can match me with a partner. I like this idea. It's all so organized. There's some clever thought behind that. There has to be.
I read all the things I already know. What I should answer to questions like: "What's your favourite colour, and why?" "And could you tell us about your favourite book please?". I am going to give save answers. Answers that won't have anything to do with the deliria or any symptoms of it. Sitting here on the chair in the living room feels so comfortable. I feel home. In a few hours my aunt Jenna will take my to the labors. I will wear nothing but a transparen long shirt in front of the interviewers. So they can see every part of me. Every tiny mistake about myself. Every secret I try to hide. It's scary. I lift the my head when the front door opens. Jenna is here. Jenna was always here. Always there for me. After my parents died, she was the only I had left. My brother spends the days in his room, not talking to me. Not even looking at me. It pains me. But after this summer, after my operation, after the cure, the pain will be gone.
"Elena, what are you doing? We have to leave in an hour! You're hair is a mess and…"
She stops talking. Places the bags from the grocery store on the ground and moves closer to me. I narrow my eyebrows , I don't know what she's up to. Her nose touches my shirt and she sniffles.
"When was the last time you had a shower ?"
"Jenna, don't do that. I showered yesterday"
"Well, you're nervous. You sweat. So, go upstairs now and shower. Or do you want the interviewers to smell your fear? They're going to think you're a coward. And trust me, you don't want that"
I sigh , roll my eyes, but go upstairs. Jenna is always right., she makes the right decisions. Because she's cured. I go into the bathroom and look in the big mirror. My hair is a mess, indeed. I shower quickly and take the vanilla-strawberry shampoo. My favourite one. I feel fresh. I feel comfortable. And I have to feel comfortable if I want to make a good impression. I take a towel put it around my body. The door knocks
"Are you ready know? Please hurry up!"
"I'm ready aunt Jenna. You can come in"
"Look at you. All fresh and shiny. That's way better. Now, let me do your hair."
She takes my arm, pulls me out of the bathroom and in my own room.
"Go sit down in front of the mirrow. Honey, please, hurry up"
. "Stop doing that"
"Doing what?"
Making all this pressure. It's not good for me, Jenna. I need to relax"
For a few seconds she's quiet.
"You can relax when I'm done with your hair". I sigh again and sit down on the chair.
She curls my hair in the most beautiful way I've ever seen. My hair shines like the sun and the curls have the perfect form.
"I tried everything in my powers to make your hair look ladylike. I hope the interviewers will notice"
I giggle.
"Jenna… what would I do without you" She puts her hands on my shoulders. Comforts me, like she always does. Like she always will. Hopefully.
"Well, your hair would probably fall out some day because you wouldn't take enough care of it"
It's the first time I see her smile today. A genuine smile. And that's rare. I can tell she's happy for me. She's happy that I'll be safe soon.
"So.. now you have to get dressed Elena."
"What's wrong with the clothes I'm wearing right now?"
"They are boring. They make you seem like you're not excited at all. Like it's just a normal day for you. A normal day to wear a white shirt and blue jeans. But we both know that this day means everything for you, right?
" "Of course it does."
And I mean that. One hundred per cent. So I ask her to leave my room so that I can get dressed. The minute she's gone I open my closet and get immediately frustrated. Nothing seems special enough for today. But I have to pick something. Eventhough I have to wear this transparent shirt at the labors anyway. I have to look pretty while I'm sitting in the waiting room at the labours. I have to look pretty when I stand outside the labors with all the other people. So I choose a orange dress. It goes perfect with my chocolate brown hair and eyes. I combine it with it simple black stilettos. The dress is not some punky orange. It's more like … the sunset. It's pretty short and cute but in some way elegant. I take one last look at the mirrow again.. Today is my day.
Jennas eyes go wide when she sees me walking down the stairs.
"Elena. You are beautiful".
"Thank you, Jenna. For everything".
Sure, Jennas words were simple.. but I guess they were honest.
"Let's hope that everything I did for you will be worth it" I gulp. My palms get sweaty again.
"Ready?"
she asks me.
No. I think
"Let's go"