Reckless Love

Chapter 2

(This is a little filler chapter as I build up for some kind of Halloween special)

'12.10.15
Dear Diary

I hadn't slept all night I didn't want too! Jeremy and I have the school dance this evening and he is actually attending surprisingly. I have my dress my heels my bag everything ready I just need to have my hair done according to Yas I can't just shove it in a scruffy bun. I just wish I could enjoy these dances like I used too, I'm just not as enthusiastic as I was, my tolerance and patience is low and I just honestly cannot be arsed...."

I can hear Jeremy on the phone with someone in the next room he's actually laughing as is dad downstairs talking away to whoever. I've been stuck up in my room all day wrapped in my fluffy blankets just wanting to stay here but I need to shower. I take some fresh towels from the shelf and head into the bathroom attempting to pull the bobble out of my knotted hair without pulling most of my hair out. I press the buttons on the shower and let the water run over my hand until I adjust it to the perfect temperature and when it finally is I take off my scruffy clothes and allow the warmth of the water to run down my body and through my hair. Taking the shampoo and applying it to my hair and massaging it in, the smell is delightful as is the smell of shower gel. My legs etc freshly shaven, washed, hair washed I'm feeling fresh for getting my hair done for the dance.

Wrapping a towel around my hair and then wrapping another around my body I grab my hair dryer and hair brush and go back to my room where I can just sit in my own company like every day as I exit the bathroom I'm met by a very loving Izzy waiting for me

"Come on girl" I smile and pat her soft hair and she kicks my hand in return.
"OMG ELENA...ELENA I'm sorry I didn't... I didn't hear...see" the voice startled me I just ran to my room
"Jesus Christ! DAMON???! WHAT THE HELL" I yell as I look at a very red Damon with hands over his face "I didn't know you were there and I didn't see you! I just need to whiz" he whined "can't complain tho" he removed his hand and winked and I threw my hair brush across the room towards him but he just caught it instead before entering the bathroom and closing the door he makes sure ha has a pretty decent stare.

I quickly throw on some clean clothes and unwrap my hair and start to dry it with the hair dryer.
After my hair is dried I turn to go fetch my brush to find Damon still up here.... holding my brush.
I can't help but think that he only person doing my hair for tonight should be my mum, a lump appears in my throat and is hard to swallow back "are you okay Elena" he looks puzzled at me and I sigh "like anyone actually cares" and take my hair brush back from his grip "I'm pretty sure people care, you just gotta let them in sometimes" oh yes of course because it's all just so simple isn't it? Everyone blames me for what happened they may not say so and I may not read minds but I know they hate me. "I wish that was the case" I rolled my eyes as I ran the brush through my hair making sure all the knots are out "pretty dress" he nods towards the hung up dress on my wardrobe door "it's for this stupid dance Yas has me attending" however the dress is pretty cute just like the fine candy stood by my door "you are allowed to sit down you know" I gesture towards the bed and he takes the offer "I'm pretty sure you'll look great" he smiles while keeping his eyes on the dress taking a good look.

"That your mum" he points at the photo placed on my dresser Im young on the photo I'm dressed as a witch for Halloween one year and my mum beside me ready to take me to 'trick or treat'
"Yeah, that's my mum" I sit beside Damon on the bed admiring the picture "is she????" He begins "dead? Yes" I answer before he even asks, he sighs a little but doesn't say a word it's just silent, I can hear his breathing i can hear the clock on the wall ticking reminding me of the ticking time bomb I am waiting to happen to somebody else. I press my eyes closed the flashbacks are like a nightmare without having to be asleep they torture my head, my eyes begin to sting and I open them and her just staring at me with those eyes and I'm already lost but not for long before his voice brings me back "you look just like her, you're both very pretty" he offers me a smile and I return it "thank you but I look more like my dad" next to the picture of us there's another.. with mum and dad, Jer and me and even Izzy, we look happy hell we were happy literally nothing could break that, nothing but...this.