If Elena had her diary at the institute, this is, roughly, how today's entry would read:
Dear Diary, Today, oddly, was normal. I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There were no shocking discoveries, no tests of will against bossy doctors and nurses, only some time spent in the Sun Room, and eating meals. It's a little weird, how being here is almost starting to feel 'normal'. I know it's probably exactly what they want us to feel, but it's better than constantly trying to fight what has so easily become our new world. It's better than trying to fight what can't be fought like anything else we've ever dealt with.
Today was the first day I didn't wake up expecting to be back in my own bed, but instead of feeling shocked I actually was kind of glad for it. What does that even mean? Is this place finally getting to me?
Boring, concise, but to the point. Honest. Definite.
Which was exactly why she wasn't going to be writing any of it down. She knew she couldn't let herself grow comfortable here, because none of it had really proven to be worthy of that kind of trust. The only thing she knew she could count on here, besides the people that she'd already trusted before the institute, was that no matter how simple things seemed, how routine and redundant things felt during the day - that all disappeared at night.
A fact that became ridiculously clear when the words 'Code Red' broke her momentary existential crisis, followed by the blaring of alarms.
Well, that was certainly enough to get Elena to finally move off her bed. She had told Stefan she'd wait for him, but whatever. She knew, generally, which direction he'd be coming from, so she would just start heading that same way. No sweat.
With her flashlight in hand, she pulled open her door and stepped out into the hall, wincing a little as the alarms only seemed louder. Yikes. She couldn't tell if anyone else was there with here, even after taking a few steps away from her room, which meant she couldn't ask anyone if they even know what Code Red meant. Did it matter, though? It was bad. Definitely. Bad enough to make her feel slightly panicked and wanting to find Stefan even faster.
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Dear Diary,
Today, oddly, was normal. I had breakfast, lunch, and dinner. There were no shocking discoveries, no tests of will against bossy doctors and nurses, only some time spent in the Sun Room, and eating meals. It's a little weird, how being here is almost starting to feel 'normal'. I know it's probably exactly what they want us to feel, but it's better than constantly trying to fight what has so easily become our new world. It's better than trying to fight what can't be fought like anything else we've ever dealt with.
Today was the first day I didn't wake up expecting to be back in my own bed, but instead of feeling shocked I actually was kind of glad for it. What does that even mean? Is this place finally getting to me?
Boring, concise, but to the point. Honest. Definite.
Which was exactly why she wasn't going to be writing any of it down. She knew she couldn't let herself grow comfortable here, because none of it had really proven to be worthy of that kind of trust. The only thing she knew she could count on here, besides the people that she'd already trusted before the institute, was that no matter how simple things seemed, how routine and redundant things felt during the day - that all disappeared at night.
A fact that became ridiculously clear when the words 'Code Red' broke her momentary existential crisis, followed by the blaring of alarms.
Well, that was certainly enough to get Elena to finally move off her bed. She had told Stefan she'd wait for him, but whatever. She knew, generally, which direction he'd be coming from, so she would just start heading that same way. No sweat.
With her flashlight in hand, she pulled open her door and stepped out into the hall, wincing a little as the alarms only seemed louder. Yikes. She couldn't tell if anyone else was there with here, even after taking a few steps away from her room, which meant she couldn't ask anyone if they even know what Code Red meant. Did it matter, though? It was bad. Definitely. Bad enough to make her feel slightly panicked and wanting to find Stefan even faster.