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Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 13, 2012 17:04:20 GMT -5
Elena Gilbert got out of her car the moment she pulled into the long drive of the Salvatore Boarding House. She'd been there several times in the last little while, but after she and Damon had started a relationship together, she'd been spending a lot more time there, with just him. She remembered everything that ever happened to her after she met the Salvatore's; both good and bad. She thought, of all the things that'd ever mattered most to her, the recent confession of love she and Damon had shared may have been one of the best.
She barely even thought about this business with Klaus and Stefan, now. It was just another obstacle she was willing to deal with to get back to her life in Mystic Falls, without the Originals, and with her friends and the guy she'd fallen so in love with. But even then, she knew it may be a long time before it was all resolved.
Letting herself into the house, she closed the door quietly, though it wasnt really needed. No matter how quiet she was, Damon would still hear her enter. It was just a habit she had. Walking into the parlor, she set her purse down on one of the tall backed arm chairs and looked around. Stefan had once told her that this was the only place he knew of that never changed in Mystic Falls; staying exactly the same as it had been when he was human. Of course, there were a few small, almost unnoticable things that had changed, pictures that had been put up. Looking over at a table, there was a picture of her that she hadnt even noticed before, though it was from the first months of meeting Stefan.
There were books strewn on tables and on bookshelves everywhere. She couldnt help but smile at the broad selection of them. But that wasnt her reasoning for coming here. Heading toward the main staircase and upstairs, she vaguely wondered if Damon was even home. It was rare that he didnt try to sneak up on her in the first moment of her entering the house. Maybe he was asleep, and--if she was lucky--she could sneak up on him for once.
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Post by Stefan Salvatore on Jan 16, 2012 2:58:47 GMT -5
Crash. Snap. Crunch. Bang. Shatter. Slam.
Everything in Stefan’s room is now destroyed, bookcases pulled down and desks broken in half, holes punched in walls, broken glass littered the floor. The destroyed room looked like what was left of his heart. The emotions he had turned off had consumed him when he turned them back on. All of them had bottled up into a hand grenade and by turning them on he had pulled the pin and everything exploded. He was hunched over on his knees in the middle of the wreckage, hands on the ground and glass cutting into his palms, panting. Stefan looked up at the bottles of pills that fell on the ground. Stefan crawled to them and opened them, staring at them. They had been in the bags and purses of some of his victims. Valium. Trileptal. Zoloft. Ativan. Lithium. Stefan opened the Ativan and put it to his lips, and swallowed. He dropped it when he had swallowed half of them, and then swallowed down the Trileptal. He had never done something like this before. He had swallowed three Zoloft when he heard a soft sound of a door opening and closing, then light footsteps.
Elena.
Stefan stood up in a flash, and flitted downstairs until he was standing right behind her. “Boo.” He said simply, and then walked over and picked out a nice bottle of vodka, then plopped down in a chair and drank it while looking at her. “Damon’s not around at the moment. Want me to take a message?” His vision flickered and he stood up, and then the room tilted to an unnatural angle. He had never taken pills before. Never was so suicidal. Never so close to the edge. He knew if he were to look in a mirror he would see his own self destruction. Stefan remembered when he had to put Damon on suicide watch. He guesses that the tables have turned now. He reflected briefly on when Lexi had saved him. How it took 30 years to pull himself together. With her help. Now he was alone, and in more pain than ever before. “S’cuse me.” Stefan stumbled into the room next to the one they were in and put a hand on a desk to steady himself. The room fluctuated and oscillated around him in ways he couldn’t describe and his face made hard contact with the hardwood floor.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Jan 16, 2012 16:09:59 GMT -5
Elena hadnt heard the commotion in Stefan's room. But when he snuck up on her, she spun around, surprised, "Stefan. You look like crap. What's going on?" she asked, softly. She sighed, "Dont worry about what Damon and I have to talk about. I'm trying to convince him to let me do something exceedingly stupid."
She watched as Stefan staggered into his bedroom and blinked, wondering what was up with him. Had he been slugging vervain to try and pick up a resistance to it? Couldnt be.. That didnt look like what vervain did to a vampire. Could vampires use human drugs to commit suicide? God, she hoped not. Following him into the room, she got to the doorway just as he collapsed and hit his head on the hardwood floor, "Shit!" she said, moving to his side and resting her hands on his face gently, "Stefan, wake up. Now!"
Digging for her cell phone, she finally got it out of her jacket pocket and dialed the number of one of the only people she knew who could help. Damon. As the phone rang, though, she was getting frustrated with the fact that he wasnt answer, "Answer, damnit! Damon!" she said, hating her phone more than ever at this point, "Crap, crap, crap, crap!"
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