Alina Gilbert is one of those people that you can't tell is hurting, but her twin sister, Elena? She basks in the sympathy. Alina is the reckless twin, she does what she wants when she wants and she has no filter. So when the extremely attractive Sa...
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Sleep didn't come easily last night, it was hard to sleep and i didn't like the feeling that had settled over my body. The sun made it worse for me, it was too bright, but right now, everything was too much. I could hear the opening and closing of doors outside my room, and it made me dread the day. My door flys open and Elena's standing there with a frown.
"Why aren't you up?"
"Because i don't want to." I answer in a 'duh' tone. She sighs, walking over to me.
"You're not missing school, up." She orders. I sigh, throwing my covers off me as she walks out fo the room. I throw on a lazy-ish outfit, a black tank top and pair of blue jeans, and a black and white striped jacket thing where the shoulders were blue.
"I'm gonna throw myself off a bridge." I groan.
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"Why would you bring me here?" I huff.
"Because i need moral support," Elena tells me. I groan as she knocks on the door. I sigh, looking anywhere but the door. The door opens and i can't help but look up to see Damon. I let out a breath and look away again.
"Is Stefan here?" Elena asks breathlessly.
"Yep."
"Where is he?"
"And good morning to you, Little Miss 'I'm on a mission.'" Damon says sarcastically. "Alina..." I look up to Damon and give him a small smile. I don't want to be mad at him, but i have to be.
"Don't talk to her." Elena glares. "And how can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you've done?" Elena asks, crossing her arms.
"Elena," I warn.
Damon smirks, his eyes flickering over to me before going back to look at Elena. "And how brave and stupid could you be to call a vampire Arrogant and Glib?"
"If you wanted us dead, we'd be dead."
"I never said i wanted you both dead, i said you, just you." Damon retorts. I frown slightly at his words.
"Well then, if you wanted me dead, I'd be dead." Elena reiterates.
"Yes, you would."
"But I'm not."
"Yet." Elena's face fall and i sigh in annoyance, they both turn to look at me and i have a glare on my face.
"Damon, where's Stefan?" I ask.
"He's upstairs singing 'The Rain in Spain'," Damon says, always having to throw sarcasm in everything he says. "Knock yourself out," Damon says, opening the door wider.
"Good, go, i have no reason to be here, I'll see you at home," I say. Elena frowns and quirks an eyebrow.
