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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 hadn't really been the same since she had gotten home from Richmond. Rose had stayed outside the apartment after Elijah's arrival, waiting for the trio. Damon was driving Elena home so Anastasia opted to go with Rose, who was still quite afraid of the teenage witch.
Anastasia took pride in being a bitch and making people's lives harder than they needed to be, well people who deserved it but she just didn't have the energy to make a dig at Rose during the ride back. It's not like she had done anything wrong to her today anyway.
Truthfully Anastasia was fuming on the inside, but she didn't know how to process her current anger and denial so she just stayed numb.
She had willing opted to help one of the people she hated more than anyone and she had stabbed her straight in the back, offering her up to an a thousand year old vampire to save her friends and family who Anastasia had nothing to do with, nor did she want to.
If it was just Elena offering herself up maybe Anastasia could understand, wanting to save the people you care about, knowing they could get hurt because of you. It was selfless truly. But then also offering up someone unwillingly without their consent, who never wanted to be apart of this anyway, who was only apart of this because of their covens connection with the prophecy, was disgusting and unreal.
That's just what had gagged Anastasia.
She had returned to her home after a quiet but peaceful ride with Rose, the house was empty. Anastasia liked in that way usually but under the circumstances it was empty because the people who lived here were more concerned with protecting someone who couldn't care less about her life.
She felt strange, so she went to her room and laid in her bed quietly, her phone on silent next to her, her fan on to provide her some white noise comfort and air, because sometimes she felt the air was to clammy and was trying to suffocate her, she took a deep breathe and closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, nothing had changed. Well nothing but the time, she had been asleep for almost a whole day, looking at the time on her alarm clock she couldn't even bring herself to be surprised.
She sighed, her hand slipping out of the covers and towards her phone. No messages, no calls, no nothing. No one cared about Anastasia Salvatore in this town, apart from Anastasia herself.
She threw the covers off her body, sitting up in her bed.
Why did she ever think the people in this town would change? Why did she let herself wallow in pity, fuck them. And why did she let the doppelganger walk all over her, she was awake, and pissed and Elena gilbert had it fucking coming now.
