It shouldn't be this hard. Then again, after the way Jenna had found out about everything back home, after the consequences of that (Seriously, she died soon after and it still left a hole in her heart), well Elena worried. Worried for everyone. Worried for herself. She didn't think much of the demon attack. After all, she'd gone to camp, she'd done the classes. She could take care of herself, especially with the bauble wishes from the past two Christmases. But she knew how those who knew her might look at it. And especially those who had been around four months previous.
Smiling faintly because Jenna would always be more the older sister to her than anything, Elena made her way into the room and closed the door before making her way to the bed and sitting on it as well. Okay. She could do this. It had to be this way. They had always wanted to protect her from the crazy, and unlike most people, their lives weren't on television. No fans to spoil things, no websites or gifs or any of that. But that didn't mean they could keep the truth forever. Jeremy had tried with Elena and she found out from a vengeful ghost thanks to Death showing up. No, no matter how hard and painful this would be, it was for the best. It had to be.
Tugging absently on her sling to get it situated better, the nineteen year old chewed on her lower lip for a minute, trying to figure out the best way to word this. Straight out info dump would be too much. But how to lead into it?
"You know how we tried to protect you from the crazy back home? How we thought it was for the best even though it meant lying and hiding?"
That was one way. Okay, she could do this. Taking a deep breath, Elena continued.
"I haven't told you everything. I mean, you know everything up until you were here.... but there's more.. from after. Bad things... and Lawrence has a really bad habit of making it come up in really bad ways and I just.. can't keep trying to hold onto the past when I know how this place is..."
God she was afraid. Because in the end, the thing that broke Elena, that made her afraid, was dealing with her feelings. Of telling someone something and hurting them. But Jenna wasn't blind, she'd see the same comments Elena saw on the boards. The ones that had pushed her for more information than she was ready to process.