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Dear Record
I WAS HOME! I could hardly care to believe this, but im here.
I woke with the strangest feeling. My spouse and i didn’t know where I was and just lay here smelling the clean cotton-and-fabric-softener fragrance of the linens, trying to figure out how come everything appeared so familiar.
I actually wasn’t in Lady Ulma’s mansion. There, I had rested nestled inside the smoothest satin and the warmest velvet, plus the air got smelled of incense. And I wasn’t on the boardinghouse: Mrs. Flowers washes the bed linen there in some weird-smelling organic mixture that Bonnie says is for safety and good dreams.
And suddenly, That i knew of. I was home. The
Adults did it! They brought myself home.
Anything and nothing has changed. It’s the same room We slept in from after i was a little baby: my personal polished cherry-wood dresser and rocking
seat, the little stuffed black-and-white dog Matt received at the winter carnival each of our junior year perched on the shelf, my own rolltop table with its cubbyholes, the lavish antique mirror above my personal dresser, as well as the Monet and Klimt posters from the art gallery
exhibits Aunt Judith took me to in Washington, POWER. Even my personal comb and brush happen to be lined up neatly side by side in the dresser. It can all since it should be. I got out of bed and used a silver page opener from your desk to pry in the secret board in my storage room floor, my own old hiding place, thus i located this journal, just wherever I concealed it a lot of months ago. The last access is the 1 I composed before Founder’s Day back in November, prior to I, died. Before My spouse and i left home and never came back. Until now.
For the reason that entry I actually detailed our plan to grab back my other journal, the one Caroline took coming from me, one which she was planning to read aloud in the Founder’s Day time pageant, learning it would damage my life. The very next day, I drowned in Wickery Creek and rose again as a vampire. And after that I passed away again and returned like a human, and
traveled to the Dark Dimension, and had a
thousand activities. And my old diary has been sitting down right here wherever I left it beneath the closet floors, just looking forward to me.
The other Elena, the one that the Guardians
grown in everyone’s memories, was here all of these months, gonna school and living a
normal existence. That Elena didn’t publish here. I’m relieved, really. How weird would it become to see journal entries inside my handwriting and not remember one of the things they will recounted? Though that might have been helpful. I have no idea what everyone else in Fell’s Cathedral thinks have been happening inside the months since Founder’s Time. The whole community of Fell’s Church has been produced a fresh commence. The kitsune destroyed this town out of absolute malicious mischief. Pitting kids against their particular parents, making people eliminate themselves and everyone they cherished.
But now non-e of it ever before happened.
If the Guardians made good on their word
everyone else who passed away is now surviving again: poor Vickie Bennett and Sue Carson, murdered by
Katherine and Klaus and Tyler Smallwood in the winter, disagreeable Mr. Excéder, those innocents that the kitsune killed or caused being killed. Me. All to come back, all starting over. And, except for me and my personal closest close friends
Meredith, Bonnie, Matt, my favorite Stefan, and Mrs. Flowers , no-one else sees that life has not gone about as usual ever since Founder’s Day time.
We’ve most been given one other chance. All of us did it. All of us saved everybody.
Everyone except Damon. He saved us, in the
end, but we all couldn’t save him. Regardless of hard we all tried or how anxiously we pleaded, there was no way for the Guardians to get him again. And vampires don’t reincarnate. They don’t go to Nirvana, or Heck, or any kind of afterlife. They just, vanish.
Elena ended writing to get a moment and took a deep inhale. Her eye fil ed with cry, but she bent within the diary once again. She had to tel the complete truth in the event that there was likely to be any point to keeping a record at ‘s. Damon perished in my biceps and triceps. It was unpleasant to
watch him fall away from me personally. But Items never let Stefan know how I truly felt about his brother. It would be cruel , and what good wouldn’t it do right now?
I even now can’t consider he’s gone. There was no-one as surviving as Damon , no-one who adored life a lot more than he did. Now he will never know
At that time the door of Elena’s bedroom suddenly travelled open, and Elena, her heart in her throat, slammed the diary shut. But the burglar was simply her youthful sister, Margaret, dressed in red flower-printed pajamas, her cornsilk hair position straight up in the middle like a thrush’s feathers. The five-year-old didn’t decelerate right up until she was almost along with Elena , and then your woman launched himself at her through the atmosphere.
She landed squarely on her behalf older sibling, knocking the breath out of her. Margaret’s face were rainy, her sight shining, and her small hands clutched at Elena. Elena located herself holding on just as firmly, feeling the weight of her sibling, inhaling the sweet scent of baby shampoo and Play-Doh.
“I missed you! ” Maggie said, her voice for the verge of sobbing. “Elena! I missed you so much! “
“What? ” Inspite of her efforts to make her voice lumination, Elena may hear it shaking. She recognized with a jolt that the lady hadn’t found Margaret , really seen her , for more than 8-10 months. Nevertheless Margaret could not know that. “You missed me so much since bedtime that you had to come running to find me? inch
Margaret came slightly faraway from Elena and stared for her. Margaret’s five-year-old crystal clear blue sight had a try looking in them, an intensely knowing look, that sent a shiver down Elena’s spinal column.
But Maggie didn’t declare a word. The girl simply tightened her grasp on Elena, curling up and allowing her mind rest upon Elena’s make. “I had a bad wish. I imagined you made me. You went away. ” The final word was a peaceful wail.
“Oh, Margaret, inch Elena explained, hugging her sister’s nice solidity, “it was simply a dream. I am just not heading anywhere. inch She closed her eyes and placed on to Margaret, praying her sister got truly just had a nightmare, and that your woman hadn’t slipped through the fractures of the Guardians’ spel.
“Al right, biscuit, time to have a move on, ” said Elena after a couple of moments, softly tickling Margaret’s side. “Are we going to have an excellent breakfast jointly? Shal I actually make you pancakes? “
Margaret sat up then and gazed by Elena with wide green eyes. “Uncle Robert’s making waffles, inch she said. “He always makes waffles upon Sunday mornings. Remember? inch
Uncle Robert. Right. He and Aunt Judith got married after Elena had died. “Sure, he truly does, bunny, inches she stated lightly. “I just did not remember it was Sunday for a small. “
Now that Margaret had mentioned that, she could hear someone down in the kitchen. And smel something scrumptious cooking. The lady sniffed. “Is that cash? “
Maggie nodded. “Race you to the kitchen! “
Elena laughed and stretched. “Give me a tiny to awaken al how up. I’l meet you down there. inches I’ll arrive at talk to Great aunt Judith again, she recognized with a sudden burst of joy. Margaret bounced off the bed. At the door, she paused and looked back at her sister. “You real y are flowing down, right? inch she asked hesitantly.
“I real con am, inch Elena explained, and Maggie smiled and headed down the hal.
Watching her, Elena was minted once more with what an amazing second chance , third opportunity, real y , she’d been given. For the moment Elena just drenched in the substance of her dear, favorite home, an area she’d never thought she’d live in once again. She could hear Margaret’s light words chattering apart happily downstairs, the much deeper rumble of Robert addressing her. She was thus lucky, despite everything, to become back home eventually. What could be more wonderful?
Her eyes ruse ed with tears and she shut down them firmly. What a foolish thing to consider. What could be a little more wonderful? If the crow on her windowsil have been Damon, if perhaps she’d noted that he was out there someplace, ready to expensive his lazy smile or maybe purposely worsen her, given that would have recently been more amazing.
Elena opened up her eye and blinked hard many times, wil e the tears away. Your woman couldn’t fal apart. Not now. Not when ever she was about to see her family again. Now she’d smile and laugh and hug her family. After she would encolure apse, partaking the sharp ache inside her, and enable herself sob. After ing, she acquired al the time in the world to mourn Damon, because shedding him would never, ever stop hurting.
