She woke up with a light groan. She squinted her eyes to discover herself where she was exactly. It didn't feel like her room or her bed. It felt strange but there was a familiar gesture there. She rubbed her eyes and groaned when she felt pain in her sore body. Then she remembered what exactly happened, what led her to the place.
She pulled herself out of the blanket and walked hysterically. "Stefan?" She called gently. She looked at the time and it was 3 pm. She came towards the stairs and found Stefan on the couch, sleeping. She gently walked out and reached to him.
He looked so peaceful as he was sleeping like a baby. A ray of late sunshine went through his head so his head was shining. She wanted to stroke his hair so badly but she couldn't. She was afraid to wake her up.
Stefan started to stir and opened his eyes softly. "Elena?" He said sitting straight against the sofa. Elena smiled. "Yeah, me" she said putting her hair behind her ear.
"You wake" he said. "Yeah" she said standing awkwardly. "Are you okay?" Stefan said clearing his throat. Elena bit her lip. "I'm much feeling better" she nodded her head while saying.
Stefan made an 'o' shape as he listened. "I should... Uh, probably go. Ummm ... Thank you for your hospitality." Elena said as she started to see herself out.
"Why did you do that?" Stefan asked, looking down, made Elena stop to go further. She turned. "Did what?" She asked in confused. "You know what." Stefan said then scoffing as he looked up at her.
"Why did you hurt yourself like that?". He asked again. Elena shook her head. "No, I didn't." She tried to defend herself. "Elena" he spelled her name words a little long as he said. "I know the bruises, it's familiar. I've a crazy wife, remember? She used to do it when she was completely herself." He replied.
"So, why did you do it?" Stefan asked. Elena's eyes drop because it was true. She did it. She harmed herself. She had been harming herself since she was a little. The more she grew up, the more she got intense. She had really bad anger issues. And she couldn't really help herself knowing the life she was living in.
A tear dropped off her eyes. She wiped it off. "I wish I could tell you, Stefan. I wish you could understand. I wish I'd a normally happy loving life. I wish I met you first. I wish I were married to you and Ron and Harry with you and I hate that I think about you in this way. It's wrong and it's disgusting but I just can't. I can't stop myself from falling for you harder." She said so smoothly that caused Stefan to stand up.
"You mean.." he lifted his index finger. "You hurt yourself because of wanting me? All this because of me?" Stefan asked in horror. He would never put anyone in such position.
Elena bit her lip as she was struggling hard not to cry, not to break down to him. "It's on me. It's not on you. As I've said it, I wish you could understand." She said as she started to walk out of his house, never looking back, left Stefan in the most bizarre situation that he had never been before.
