Chapter 3
Every Word I Say Is True
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"I couldn't reach him." Jeremy said, sighing, and standing in the doorway of Elena's room. Damon was sitting on her bedside, keeping an eye over her as she slept, exhausted from fatigue that had never gone away after all the deaths in her life, and from blood loss.
Damon motioned for him to be quiet and enter the room, then he whispered, nodding, "I know, I tried to reach him a few minutes ago. I think he's really gone, Jermemy, and I don't expect him back, so we have to handle this without him. Did you call Bonnie and Alaric?"
Jeremy nodded, looking at Damon with a confused, serious look, "What's going on Damon? What happened?"
Damon sighed, thinking of excuses, btu then he realized that none of them would be right, and none of them would help her. Which is what Damon knew she needed, help. "Go look in the bathroom Jeremy."
Jeremy walked over, swiftly but uneasily because he wasn't sure what to expect. So he just stared at what he found, "Is Katherine back?" He was referring to the fact that the last time Katherine had came back, she stabbed John with a stake, you maybe if she came back, she did the same but to another person.
Damon shook his head, handing Jeremy the bloodstained not, which Jeremy took with cautious hands. He was scared of what he might find, fearfull of his life falling more to ruin than it already was. But what he read surprised him, and sent the worst chiil he'd ever felt in his life, run through his body, "No, she wouldn't-"
Damon put his finger to his lips, silencing Jeremy, who hadn't noticed that his voice was rising, "Denial isn't good for anyone, Jeremy." He whispered after a moment, before turning to stroke Elena's cheek and drink the alcohol he'd brought with him from the Lockwoods.
Jeremy rolled his eyes, "You sure she didn't just try to make it seem like a suicide?"
Damon pondered it for a moment, "Who?"
"Katherine."
Damon sighed, shaking his head wearily," Elena slit her wrists, Jeremy, see." He lifted Elena's hands for Jeremy to see the thick red line on her wrists, the wounds that had not yet completely healed. His voice shaking, Damon finished what he was saying, " She tried to kill herself."
Jeremy nodded solemnly as the doorbell rang, "That must be them." And he silently climbed down the stairs.
