Eℓenα Sαℓναtσre (theheartofme) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2013-11-08 11:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !trigger warning, damon salvatore, elena gilbert |
phone call; Damon Salvatore
She knew that Damon was teaching a class at the moment, but she didn't really have anyone else to call besides him. She was panicking, pacing outside of her car that was rather smashed in from the impact of a larger sedan. Her little Mini Cooper had never seen days as bad as this one, that was for sure, but at this point Elena wasn't really thinking about if she could get her car fixed. She was on the verge of tears, thinking about her parents, thinking about the fact she could have died because someone was much too stupid to watch where they were going.
She crouched down beside her car, and rubbed her leg where she had a bruise and a scrape from the impact and managing to slip out of the driver's side seat, still listening to the ringing of her phone. At least she knew that Damon was sure she wouldn't call unless it was an emergency.