Back at home, Aunt Jenna had accepted after just a few weeks of living with Elena that some mornings, she was just not up for getting out of bed early before school. It was something Elena had come to love about her aunt, the way she somehow just knew not to bug the hell out of her certain mornings to get up and start her day. This was absolutely not the case for whoever the nurse was that came barging into her room that morning. Late morning, as far as Elena could tell, because the nurse had gone on and on about how she should not have missed breakfast, how she needed to 'follow the schedule' and 'keep to the rules' as she was lead down different hallways.
What the nurse didn't seem to understand was that Elena still had no idea where she was, or how she got there, or why she had a good couple weeks worth of memories missing for no reason whatsoever. 'Following the rules' was quite literally the last thing she cared about!
As she was lead to Arts and Crafts -- Arts and Crafts? Seriously? Whoever the voice on the intercom belonged to needed to get a life. Or a clue, because she was seventeen not seven -- she stayed silent, her expression stoney and annoyed. Why was the nurse acting like everything was normal? The more she thought about everything that Damon had told her the night before, the more she wanted to try and make a break for it, just to get away from the cheery nurse.
According to Damon she met her mother. Her birth mother, Isobel. But she couldn't remember it, and certainly couldn't remember any details. And then her Uncle John had tried to kill her boyfriend along with all the other vampires in Mystic Falls, but Damon and Stefan both managed to escape that fate. Apparently. Seeing as Damon was trapped in this place too, and Stefan- Well, Elena really only had Damon's word to go off of on that. Which made her feel sick. And frustrated. And a number of other unpleasant things that made her want nothing to do with Arts and Crafts.
It didn't take long before she was being escorted to a seat at one of the tables in the room, a stack of colored paper and some instruction sheets placed in front of her. The Intercom Guy wasn't kidding about origami, apparently. She looked around, half-hoping to find someone she knew in there with her, but came up with nothing. Of course Damon wasn't forced to make birds out of paper with her, of course. Elena took the top sheet of folding paper off of the top of the pile and set it down flat on the table, immediately folding the corners in.
Origami? Whatever. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the skill to make a paper crane or a frog, but her first creation was nothing of the sort. About a minute later she was sliding her fingers into the slots of the neat little fortune teller she just made. Sure things really sucked right now, but she wasn't about to cause a scene if all they were forcing her to do was make things out of paper. For now she would sit and plan her eventual escape. And fold. And write little fortunes in this thing if she could only find a pencil...
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What the nurse didn't seem to understand was that Elena still had no idea where she was, or how she got there, or why she had a good couple weeks worth of memories missing for no reason whatsoever. 'Following the rules' was quite literally the last thing she cared about!
As she was lead to Arts and Crafts -- Arts and Crafts? Seriously? Whoever the voice on the intercom belonged to needed to get a life. Or a clue, because she was seventeen not seven -- she stayed silent, her expression stoney and annoyed. Why was the nurse acting like everything was normal? The more she thought about everything that Damon had told her the night before, the more she wanted to try and make a break for it, just to get away from the cheery nurse.
According to Damon she met her mother. Her birth mother, Isobel. But she couldn't remember it, and certainly couldn't remember any details. And then her Uncle John had tried to kill her boyfriend along with all the other vampires in Mystic Falls, but Damon and Stefan both managed to escape that fate. Apparently. Seeing as Damon was trapped in this place too, and Stefan- Well, Elena really only had Damon's word to go off of on that. Which made her feel sick. And frustrated. And a number of other unpleasant things that made her want nothing to do with Arts and Crafts.
It didn't take long before she was being escorted to a seat at one of the tables in the room, a stack of colored paper and some instruction sheets placed in front of her. The Intercom Guy wasn't kidding about origami, apparently. She looked around, half-hoping to find someone she knew in there with her, but came up with nothing. Of course Damon wasn't forced to make birds out of paper with her, of course. Elena took the top sheet of folding paper off of the top of the pile and set it down flat on the table, immediately folding the corners in.
Origami? Whatever. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the skill to make a paper crane or a frog, but her first creation was nothing of the sort. About a minute later she was sliding her fingers into the slots of the neat little fortune teller she just made. Sure things really sucked right now, but she wasn't about to cause a scene if all they were forcing her to do was make things out of paper. For now she would sit and plan her eventual escape. And fold. And write little fortunes in this thing if she could only find a pencil...
[For Claire]