Failed Bonkai Drafts [3/5]

So this one is a bit shorter. I had this idea about Kai visiting Bonnie frequently after she left him 1903, and this is one version of it before I gave up and moved on to the next thing. This actually ends at a semi-conclusion, very ominous. 

Tell Me a Story:

Tell me a story.

There once was a boy
who had the power to change everything about me.

And did you let him?

No.

Bonnie eyes open. It’s still the middle of the night and
Caroline and Elena are asleep. She knows she can’t go back to sleep—that he’ll
keep haunting her.

It didn’t have to be
this way.

“Yes it did.”

She throws the covers off of her and gets out of bed. It’s
become a routine at this point. She grabs her shoes and her jacket and goes for
a walk.

She ends up in the woods just outside campus where she knows
she won’t run into anybody. She needs to be alone. The irony isn’t lost on her.

You left me with those
monsters.

“You are the monster,” she shouts into the night.

“Talking to yourself?”

She jumps at the voice and turns toward it. Her eyes widen
as she sees who it is.

“What are you doing here?” she mutters to herself.

“You tell me, it’s your dream.” He steps toward her closer
to the light when she gets a better look at him. He looks worn with purple
under his eyes almost like he’s dead. There are bite marks riddle across every
visible trace of skin below his head. He looked like he came straight out of a
horror movie and yet she isn’t scared. That’s not the feeling that’s
overwhelming her.

She closes her eyes and begins shaking her head. “No, no, I
woke up.”

“Did you? You know the mind can play some awful tricks.”

“Shut up.”

“She’s getting feisty everyone. Watch out, she just might
stab you in the back.”

She scoffs. “You’re lucky that’s all I did.”

“You don’t believe that,” he says matter-of-factly.

“What makes you think that?”

“Because I’m here.”


She’s spends the majority of her day groggy wondering what
it all means. He’s been in her dreams before, but not like this—not that
vulnerable. She contemplates what it all means while she’s in her statistics
class.

You left me with those
monsters.

“No I didn’t I left you where you belonged!”  Her entire class looks back at her confused.
She ignores them and packs up her stuff and leaves.

She didn’t know why she went back to college. It’s not as
though there was anything there for her. She supposed it was because it was the
closest to normal she was ever going to get, but she was slowly realizing that
normal was not what she needed. Normal was thrown out the window for her the
moment she died. Survival was key now.

Then why am I here?

I don’t know.

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