Hours had passed since she’d woken up in the hospital, but still she couldn’t remember. Not the accident, not her name, nothing. Well, there were a few things, but nothing that was actually helpful. The nurses had assured her that it was all normal – she’d been in an accident, her memory would return with time. There was something in her that trusted them, that told her to listen when the doctor told her to rest and stay for observation, so she did. It wasn’t until the next day that they released her and she wandered through the foreign town in a pair of borrowed blue nurse scrubs.
She brushed it off when the first person smiled and greeted her by a name she knew was not her own. Katherine. The second person got a look of uncertainty and hesitation before a polite smile. The third person received an irritated glare before she quickened her pace in the opposite direction down Main Street.
I’m not Katherine.
option two: into the woods
It was pure instinct that had Elena running at the sound of that scream, ignoring the discomfort of the locals who seemed content to just stay out of it. She stumbled and slipped on the ground once, twice, but she kept going, unwilling to stop searching even when it became clear that whoever screamed was long gone.
She didn’t notice the tiredness at first, the way her energy seemed to be leaking away as she kept moving. That was natural after sprinting cross-country, right? But when it started to get worse, when she could see something strange in the distance, she wasn’t able to do much more than slump against a tree and try to catch her breath.
What was going on?
option three: pta bake sale
It felt right to be involved in something at the high school. Elena didn’t yet remember going there, but she’d been told by countless people that she’d attended and been an excellent student, always participating in extracurriculars and town activities. Apparently she’d even been a cheerleader? Everything was still a lot fuzzier than she’d like, but just because she didn’t have her memories didn’t mean she couldn’t help sell some cookies.
When she wasn’t manning a table that was overflowing with snickerdoodles and peanut butter chocolate chip delights, she was wandering through the crowd, hoping that the sight of someone there would help spark some recognition.
If only everyone would stop mistaking her for Katherine.
Elena Gilbert | The Vampire Diaries
Hours had passed since she’d woken up in the hospital, but still she couldn’t remember. Not the accident, not her name, nothing. Well, there were a few things, but nothing that was actually helpful. The nurses had assured her that it was all normal – she’d been in an accident, her memory would return with time. There was something in her that trusted them, that told her to listen when the doctor told her to rest and stay for observation, so she did. It wasn’t until the next day that they released her and she wandered through the foreign town in a pair of borrowed blue nurse scrubs.
She brushed it off when the first person smiled and greeted her by a name she knew was not her own. Katherine. The second person got a look of uncertainty and hesitation before a polite smile. The third person received an irritated glare before she quickened her pace in the opposite direction down Main Street.
I’m not Katherine.
option two: into the woods
It was pure instinct that had Elena running at the sound of that scream, ignoring the discomfort of the locals who seemed content to just stay out of it. She stumbled and slipped on the ground once, twice, but she kept going, unwilling to stop searching even when it became clear that whoever screamed was long gone.
She didn’t notice the tiredness at first, the way her energy seemed to be leaking away as she kept moving. That was natural after sprinting cross-country, right? But when it started to get worse, when she could see something strange in the distance, she wasn’t able to do much more than slump against a tree and try to catch her breath.
What was going on?
option three: pta bake sale
It felt right to be involved in something at the high school. Elena didn’t yet remember going there, but she’d been told by countless people that she’d attended and been an excellent student, always participating in extracurriculars and town activities. Apparently she’d even been a cheerleader? Everything was still a lot fuzzier than she’d like, but just because she didn’t have her memories didn’t mean she couldn’t help sell some cookies.
When she wasn’t manning a table that was overflowing with snickerdoodles and peanut butter chocolate chip delights, she was wandering through the crowd, hoping that the sight of someone there would help spark some recognition.
If only everyone would stop mistaking her for Katherine.