[Fortunately, Elena isn't the sort of person who wallows in self-pity enough to think of her situation as pathetic. Not that she doesn't feel like she's bordering on helpless, constantly drifting pass terrified, and finding herself paralyzed, but she doesn't sit around feeling sorry for herself for it. Partially because as has already been mentioned, she's not that sort of person, but also because she can't sit still. Not for very long.]
[She keeps thinking about it. Those first few drops of human blood that completed the transition. It was enough to do that much for her, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her appetite. Part of her is terrified that there could never be enough to satisfy her appetite. She tries not to think about that part too much. It's easier to do that, but that's because the overwhelming thought of feeding, of blood, is too loud for anything else to really push its way through most of the time. It has her fidgeting when she manages to sit down on the ratty couch in the apartment she's holed herself up in for the day. It has her resisting the urge to pull at her hair while she massages her temples. It sends her pacing up and down the single hallway in this tiny one bedroom apartment over and over and over and over again.]
[But it also has her thinking of a ring she saw in a shop on the outskirts of town the night before.]
[Elena doesn't know if it the ring's enchanted or not. If it's not... Well, she might get lucky. She might be able to find someone who can enchant it. If it is enchanted though, there's two possibilities. Either it's not enchanted for her and it will have been a complete and utter waste of time. The other possibility is that it is for her and she's all set.]
[Honestly, Elena isn't sure which would really be the ideal outcome.]
[On the one hand, having a ring that works would keep her from going stir-crazy. On the other, that could put other people at risk.]
[In the end, she tosses herself back down on the couch, scooping up her watch.]
i could use some help i'm stuck inside right now and need something to do could someone bring me something to write with and in??
elena gilbert | the vampire diaries
[She keeps thinking about it. Those first few drops of human blood that completed the transition. It was enough to do that much for her, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her appetite. Part of her is terrified that there could never be enough to satisfy her appetite. She tries not to think about that part too much. It's easier to do that, but that's because the overwhelming thought of feeding, of blood, is too loud for anything else to really push its way through most of the time. It has her fidgeting when she manages to sit down on the ratty couch in the apartment she's holed herself up in for the day. It has her resisting the urge to pull at her hair while she massages her temples. It sends her pacing up and down the single hallway in this tiny one bedroom apartment over and over and over and over again.]
[But it also has her thinking of a ring she saw in a shop on the outskirts of town the night before.]
[Elena doesn't know if it the ring's enchanted or not. If it's not... Well, she might get lucky. She might be able to find someone who can enchant it. If it is enchanted though, there's two possibilities. Either it's not enchanted for her and it will have been a complete and utter waste of time. The other possibility is that it is for her and she's all set.]
[Honestly, Elena isn't sure which would really be the ideal outcome.]
[On the one hand, having a ring that works would keep her from going stir-crazy. On the other, that could put other people at risk.]
[In the end, she tosses herself back down on the couch, scooping up her watch.]
i could use some help
i'm stuck inside right now and need something to do
could someone bring me something to write with and in??
i'll owe you one