Who: Elena Gilbert and Jenna Sommers What: You can't hide the truth forever, better this way than random Seal shenanigans When: Afternoon, 10 July 2013 Where: House of Misfit Toys Warnings: Angst, feels, everything else TBD Status: Thread | Incomplete
There was a lot going through Elena's mind. Then again, there was always a lot going through Elena's mind. It had been a year tomorrow since Damon had been strapped the semtex. Since everything she had worked so hard to maintain started crumbling one piece at a time. The cracks had been small but as the months had gone on, they got worse. Every lie she had told herself, every claim at being fine. It had all been a front. A front she had been working on again despite knowing that was what had led her to the bridge back in March. Four months. It had been four months since she had tried to kill herself. Four months since the weight and guilt of everything crushed her with the reminders thrown at her from Maleficent. And she hadn't even known about anything post dying. Or post turning into a vampire.
In the month that Jenna and Stefan had been there, Elena had been grasping desperately to the fact her aunt was alive. That she hadn't been killed by Klaus yet. She had grasped and clung to that fact. And no one from Mystic Falls wanted to be the one to break it to her that she had died. A year after the death of the Gilberts. Because everything and one Elena touched would end up dead or destroyed. It had been stupid to ask Stefan what had happened. And even though she hadn't spoken to him in nearly a month, his words still haunted her. Jeremy dead. A cure. Because poor Elena couldn't handle being a vampire. That she chose Damon. Yet that was the least of her concerns, her love life. Her brother was going to die. Because of her. It had hurt so much, that she hadn't paid much attention to the rest until Caroline's drunken post and she knew that while Stefan had admitted to her that she'd been a project, Caroline also thought she was broken. Or would be.
Perhaps the rushing head first into a fight with a demon should have been a warning to herself. That she wasn't caring anymore about her own personal well being. Because if she was just a possession to those she trusted, to be won or lost, to be broken and 'fixed', what did it matter? The potential threat of someone wanting to be a hybrid had made it worse. Had made the fact that she was a blood bag come back to the forefront of her mind. Would she have to fight to survive? Would she have to worry about her loved ones? Could she really deny a kid the chance to not feel that pain? And then Rebekah's comment to Matt. How they were alike because they had their siblings who were dead and no one else could understand. But she did. Elena understood so well. Because she had that with her aunt. Her aunt who a potential future her would name a daughter after. Her aunt who had died so bravely to try and save her. To give her an escape from the sacrifice.
Initially planning to go study in Anakin's room, Elena paused. She had noticed it here and there, ignored it because it hurt too much to make the correlation between how Stefan was acting about her and how Anakin still reacted to Tahiri and Jacen. It led to questions, questions Elena didn't have the energy to even consider at the moment. Instead, the brunette headed to her aunt's room and knocked, not even knowing just what it was she was planning to do until the words came out of her mouth.
"Aunt Jenna, can we talk?"
The truth always found a way of coming out in Lawrence and often in the most painful way possible. It had been why she had pushed Stefan so much. To avoid that. And somehow, Jenna would find out. Alaric could show up. A random Seal thing could happen. Jenna deserved to know the truth from someone she knew and trusted and Elena had to just stop holding onto the past with her because the rest hurt too much. So she would save Jeremy this conversation and break her aunt's heart all over again. Wasn't that what she did anyway?