Who we need to be to survive. (Emily Gilbert pt. 2)

Roseberry

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Lately I've been wondering. Who am I and what the hell am I actually doing? I just need some time. Everytime someone has been in trouble I've ran to help them completely disregarding my shit so I'm going to take a self day today. No matter who calls I'm not running back to this town. Sure I'll be back by probably midnight tonight or really early tomorrow but I could care less.

It's around five in the morning. When I talked to Stefan, they were still on their way to dump Klaus body. He still says we'll talk later. And I'm here trying to figure out what the heck I did to him but I guess I'll know when he gets back.

I'm not telling Isabelle where I'm going, I'll leave her a note. Don't judge me okay. She's been an amazing friend and I love her but I just need to figure this whole thing out. Get my mind off of things and if she comes then we might talk about all the things that I don't want to think about and I already feel myself slipping back to who I was before I went to New Orleans, I don't want to be that person.

So I'm going on a little trip maybe I'll get some information on the dagger but my main plan is just to have one normalish day. To have some time away from here. Klaus was supposed to be the information I needed but now I guess it's safe to say he can't help seeing as Stefan and Damon want to dump his body into the ocean.

I go bathe and then put on black distressed jeans shorts and a crop top that zips up the front. I watch my self in the mirror and put on some mascara and then brush my hair out. After I'm done I slip on my ankle boots and take up my bag before walking out of my room. Since it's early, the house is dark and quiet. I walk down to the kitchen and grab two blood bags. One for later and one for now and a mini tub of ice cream and then I leave.

I turn out of my driveway while sipping on my bloodbag and for once I'm not racing to find a dagger or make sure someone's okay. I'm just driving. Oh shit yep I have no idea where I'm going. But that's the trill of it. I've always liked just exploring places. I enjoy bouncing from place to place. Well it's either that or I just haven't found somewhere that feels like home yet but I like to think it's the latter reason otherwise it's just depressing.

I drive past the grill and some minutes after, I zoom over wickery bridge. This bridge scared me for a while after my parents died but now instead of having that memory, I remember when Elena and I were told that we were adopted and Damon comforted me on this bridge. No bad Emmy. Why the hell are you thinking about Damon. How about you think about when he kissed your sister or when he kissed katherine. Think about that.

I continue driving and I smile to myself when I speed past the Mytic Falls sign. And I'm officially out of here....well at least for a day.

When I see the reflection of the sign behind me in the mirror it's like a weight is lifted off of my chest. There'd just be more problems waiting when you come back. A voice in the back of my head reminds me. Shut up brain, let me have one win please...

I ignore my brain voice and connect my phone to the Bluetooth before blasting my playlist of only the best songs ever. Can never go wrong with a 'why don't we' playlist.

It's been a few hours on the road so far. When I left home it was around five in the morning and now it's about 4:00pm. As I continue driving my car starts to beep. Am I going to blow up?

I flash a confused frown at the dashboard until I finally decide to pull aside. I slowly pull my car to the side and then look around for the source of noise when suddenly I see a sign saying that I have about five minutes left of gas in my car. Well isn't that nice.