Chapter 7

Days turned into weeks and Elena continued her downward spiral. Life held no meaning. She went to the club regularly and she began to lose any sight of her old life. She just kept slipping deeper into this destructive spiral.

Someone shook her awake.

"Elena wake up. Elena!"

She opened her swollen eyes and looked around trying to focus. Her own face stared back at her.

"Katherine." Elena croaked.

Her doppelganger was staring at her with an expression she couldn't read. She struggled into a sitting position and quickly pulled her sleeves down, hiding the scars on her arms.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough?"

Katherine sighed.

"I came to say I'm sorry." She said quietly.

Elena stared at her in shock.

"What?" She gasped.

Katherine sat down next to her, her eyes briefly traveling across the dried blood on her sleeves.

"I never meant them to die…I was just, trying to scare you." She murmured.

Elena looked away.

"I thought you'd find them, you were meant to look, I didn't think that Stefan would…when I found out what had happened I was shocked. I didn't mean for it to turn out that way. I heard you were in bad shape and just wanted to let you know." She finished awkwardly.

Silent tears trickled down Elena's cheeks as Katherine stood up to leave.

"You look awful, I'm ashamed to call you my carbon copy. You should get some food in you." She said as she disappeared out of the window.

It really was all her fault. She could have saved them but she hadn't.

Elena stumbled into the bathroom and violently threw up in the toilet. She pulled the plug and splashed cold water onto her face.

She stared at her reflection, not recognizing the girl who looked back at her.

He hair was long and lanky, her skin pasty and lifeless. She was too thin and she looked weak, as though she could snap in half like a twig. There were dark rings beneath her eyes and the eyes themselves were so lost and confused that it physically hurt her to see. She smashed her hand against the glass with all her might, it cracked and her hand started to bleed. She sat down on the floor and rocked herself back and forth. What had she come to? What had her life come to? This…was this really how she was going to live from now on, was she really going to be this depressed, cheap, soulless ghost of a girl?

She had always held such belief in life and love and that belief had been replaced by cold hard cynicism. She didn't even bother to analyze why Damon's face entered her mind at the thought of love. It was a lie, all of it; the very concept of love was fake. It didn't last. It wasn't real. It wasn't worth anything.

She sobbed into her knees. What was there in this world that was worth anything? What was there to fight for, to live for? The answer was terrifying. Nothing.

As that realization hit her she stopped crying, suddenly she felt incredibly calm and centered. She brushed her fingertips along the silvery pink scars that decorated her arms. She didn't want to live a whole life of this. She couldn't take another day with no meaning.

With shaky hands she pulled out the pills left over from the aftermath of her parents death. She fumbled with the cap and emptied the bottle into her hand. Tears slipped down her cheeks and she closed her eyes.

Nothing left to lose.

She brought her hand up to her mouth and tilted her head back, letting the pills fall into her mouth. She gulped some water from the tap and lay down on the floor.

She shook violently. As her consciousness began to drift she was surprised at the word that drifted to her lips.

"Damon."

Her eyes closed and darkness descended.

I am going on holiday for 2 weeks and I can't take my computer :( So there will be a little hiatus in my writing for now... But just 14 days and there will be new chapters, I promise 3