AN: Sorry I skipped a week with updating. I had a lot going on and couldn’t find time to get it up last week. Reminder that updates for this story will only be posted on Sundays unless I decided otherwise. Thanks for the reviews and feedback so far. Wasn’t too sure about whether people would like it or not, but it seems to be going over well. Thanks for reading as always and please do leave a review for this chapter or the story overall. Thanks : )
Sunday April 6th, 6:00 a.m.
It was official. She couldn’t sleep. She didn’t want to. The thought of slipping into her dark side had her utterly terrified. And what scared her more was she had no control of when she did. Being tired didn’t trigger it. Sleeping wasn’t always the case. And 4:44 a.m. wasn’t the only time she blacked out. She was doing it during the day now and she didn’t know where to go for safety. Did it matter though? If her alter ego wanted to get out and play it would without permission.
Curled up into a ball on her bed with her blankets wrapped chaotically around her shaking body, Elena stared at the mirror with the note on the ground. You can’t hide who you really are, the note read. Chills danced down her spine rapidly at the thought of it.
Who was she?
The answer to that was unknown. All her life she knew exactly who she was with the minor inflictions of confusion as she grew up, but now she was lost. Not remembering most of anything left with the biggest question being why.
With no family history of these kinds of things, she wondered where it all went wrong. The black outs had come on so fast and without warning it was driving her crazy wondering why they were happening at all. It was one thing to black out, but to kill while doing it was another. She never had tendencies to wish death upon anyone, even when her limits were pushed. The fact she was capable, yet not proven to murder was making her question her character even more.
Her phone buried somewhere on her bed buzzed and vibrated violently. Elena continued to ignore it fearing the worse. It would be only time before the cops would be pounding on her door with guns pointed and handcuffs ready to take her away. This thought she had contemplated quite a bit. Maybe being locked up would do her good and others, but she was horrified by the thought at the same time. Jail, conviction, pleading guilty was never how she pictured her future to turn out. She wasn’t someone to act upon violence. She cared for the littlest things in life. But now, she didn’t know what or who she really was. Her hands rose to her hair and tugged on the roots wanting this awful feeling to go away.
You can’t hide who you really are.
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