Elena stayed in bed all morning. Life was too tough, she deserved to do absolutely nothing if she wanted to today. Caroline laid in bed beside her and clicked through the TV channels one by one. Stefan lounged in the chair by the bed. What do you do when someone is out to kill you? Nothing, absolutely nothing. It will happen one way or another, but frankly today was just not the day to do something about it. What was there to do? At least if Elena died today she would be doing exactly what she'd wanted all day. Damon wouldn't be present, though. That thought tugged at her heart. If she died she wouldn't get to see Damon again. She didn't even get to kiss him yet! Wait. Hold on there. Too early for these thoughts. Those things shouldn't be bothering her one bit. He was just some slightly over protective guy that happened to be into her, and be gorgeous, and somewhat perfect. Okay, she liked him. So what?
"Stefan, have you heard from Damon an," Elena said trying to hide the burning curiosity in her voice.
"Nope. He hasn't said one word to me since he left. My guess is he is one bottle of whiskey down with several to go."
"Why would he just run off and leave us like that? I know I haven't know him very long and I may not be a huge priority to him, but still he could show some sort of compassion for others and keep me from being killed," Elena was grumpy, and didn't care enough to hide it now.
"That's just Damon for you. When the going gets tough, Damon gets to drinking."
"It's not like he would be much help to us drunk anyways, Lena," Caroline said dryly.
Elena considered this. Caroline was right. What much were they to do if her assailant just dropped by to kill her? Nothing. Three humans, plus one drunk if Damon showed up, fighting against this seemingly nonhuman man. The odds looked great. Elena started making her funeral arrangements right then and there.
Her phone buzzed, and she looked down at it. Jenna. Shit she had forgotten all about her. She must be worried sick. She answered it with a sincere apology.
"I'm so sorry Jenna. I've been with Caroline still. We are working through things right now, I've been so emotional and just needed my best friend." Elena pushed the point further.
"I think I just need to stay over here for a while. My mind has been going crazy and I don't want to drag you more into it. I know you're already having a tough enough time too."
"Elena, I'm your aunt. I'm supposed to be the one you run to for help through this. I can't even begin to understand how you are feeling, you are avoiding being around me, I can tell," Jenna's voice was shaky. She would start crying soon.
"No, Jenna, I'm not avoiding you. I'm just not ready for everything right now. I need to take this in a little at a time. I can't be pushed head first into deaths, funeral planning, and moving on just yet. I need time to process this."
"They are your family Elena, you have to start planning a funeral for them at least."
"No, I can't Jenna. You do it. I can't handle that. What would we say at it? Hey the Gilbert family just died…except for Elena. But she can't remember how they died, so please don't ask her. Or maybe something along the lines of: There goes another happy, go lucky family who just didn't happen to be so lucky on that night, except for Elena, somehow she's still kicking."
Elena hadn't been able to get her thoughts on this out yet, but now there they were. Out in the open. Caroline's mouth was draped open, her eyes wide. Surely Aunt Jenna would have the exact same look on the other end of the line. Stefan sat stone faced, one eyebrow cocked.
The line went dead. Jenna had hung up. Elena automatically felt horrible for saying those things. That was how she was feeling, but she shouldn't have been so insensitive to Jenna. She lost her family too after all. Elena redialed the number. No rings, just voicemail. She must be pretty upset. Elena made a mental note to go over there later tonight and apologize in person. It'd be best to let the situation cool down first.