A/N: Alrighty, so this is a semi dark and angsty little multi-chapter fic that I've decided to post. The plotline in set two years after season 3, Elena is still human and lets say that Damon kept his promise and left town. Elena's been hurting, so she's using drugs to help. This is inspired by a friend of mine who's recently had problems with addiction. I hope you enjoy, if not, that's cool too I guess.

Prologue

Elena stared at the remaining white, oval pills in her hand. There were exactly five left, five left from the prescription of sixty she had gotten just two weeks ago. The last two weeks had been a blur of popping them first thing when she woke up, first thing after those wore off, and then again of course after those wore off.

Now that she thinks of it, the last sixth months have been a blur. Pop, high, low; that's what she called the habit that she had picked up. No, Elena Gilbert wasn't dumb. She knew exactly what she had gotten herself into. The thing was was that she just couldn't bring herself to care.

Staring back at the small pieces of relief that she had found in the form of the pills, she decided that she'd take all of them. Usually, she only took two at a time, sometimes three; but today, she wanted to treat herself.

It was her twentieth birthday, after all