𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍

Prologue

My sister was always the favorite.
She was popular, kind, selfless. Perfect.
My parents wouldn't say it outloud but elana was always first in there eyes.
I think thats why me and my brother jeremy got along so well, even though he was the baby. we both understood what it meant to be imperfect.
Jeremy and i had flaws, we made mistakes.
I was never jealous of elana though and i never hated her for being the perfect daughter.
I knew that title came with harsh pressure that i would crumble under. It did make connecting to elana alot harder.
Elana liked fashion, make up, cheerleading, romance movies, hanging out with friends.
I liked pokemon, retro video games, heavy music, anything horror related, and i was a social recluse. The only thing me and elana had ever connected on was our love for literature. After our parents died i became more isolated and elana hid herself in a shell of what she used to be. Even jeremy stopped talking to me, spending his time with vicky donnavan and doing drugs. No one noticed me, no one noticed when i'd cry myself to sleep everynight, when id wince when someone pressed an ounce of pressure to my wrists, how i'd ditch school to go spend time in the forest, or how my grades were slipping. If they did they didn't comment on it, which i was thankful for. I was thankful no one saw me as burdensome Cause i was invisible. The months went by when elana met stefan, falling head over heels, spending all her energy into her relationship. I was okay with stefan, if elana was happy I was happy. But something was always unnerving about the salvetore brothers. They always gave off a heavy dark feeling. It wasnt until now that I realize what that feeling was.