So this was my first idea–the one hat I had planned to finished but never did obviously. I think I stopped because it got a little too preachy and too much exposition. I kind of remember where it was going but ultimately it having no real direction is why I stopped and wrote other things.
Dream a Little Dream of Me:
It always started the
same.
Bonnie could hear the wind outside her dorm room causing
everything inside to rattle. It seemed nature was determined to keep her awake.
She still hadn’t quite gotten used to all of the noise and the wind didn’t seem
to help. Though she hated that hell she was in and the loneliness it brought
she felt herself missing the quiet.
Caroline was hiding out at her mother’s house and Elena was
at the Boarding house with Damon. She almost wished she was there too for the
familiarity, but she didn’t want to be reminded more of her time locked up. In
fact, she shouldn’t be having a hard time sleeping since every reminder of that
time was either far away or locked up, but the feeling of unease still hadn’t
faded.
At first she thought it was because not enough time had
passed, but it had been almost a month since she locked Kai up and she still
feels this way. Maybe I need a change in
scenery. She imagines running far away from this place—the place she’s died
a thousand times, the place she’s suffered over and over. Maybe I’ll go to Paris, she thinks, and then maybe I can get some sleep there. But alas there was nothing she could do about
it right now.
She sits up and sighs angrily. She had enough to deal with,
insomnia just added to the growing pile of shit that was her life. Packing up
and leaving sounded more and more attractive. She daydreamed about it. All the
places she hasn’t been able to go because she was needed here—because she died
here, because she was sentenced an eternity here. She was starting to wonder where
the real hellhole actually was because things certainly hadn’t improved since
she got back.
Her thoughts are interrupted by a something tapping on the
window. She first ignores it brushing it off as the wind, but then it gets
louder and sounds like a fist banging on the window hard. She was surprised the widow hadn’t broken yet. Her instincts
are telling her to leave. Whatever is at the window isn’t worth her time and
energy, but her curiosity is stronger. She cautiously approached the window
magic ready at the hand. When she gets to the window, as quickly as she can,
she swipes the curtain out of the way and finds nothing.
There’s nothing there but the old oak tree that sits right
outside the dorm. For a second she wonders if she’s started hearing things. It
wouldn’t be the first time. While she was isolated in that prison world her
mind made up a lot of sounds just to cope. She wonders if her mind was still in
the same mode. But then she hears a lamp fall off the table and when she turns
around there he is.
“Miss me.”
She considers her options. She could motus him out of the way and run for the door or jump out of the
window. Either way she’s not sure how long before he catches her—he always catches her. Would it be long
enough for her to get help? Everyone was about an hour away. Did she think she
could hold him off for that long?
“What do you want Kai?”
“You know what I want Bonnie.”
“Well, you’re not getting it. Why are you are here? How did
you get out?”
“I don’t know Bonnie? Why am I here? It’s your dream.”
Bonnie stares at him with confusion. Why would she be
dreaming about him? This was supposed to stop when she locked him away.
“Could it be guilt?”
His voice interrupts her thoughts. “Do you feel bad about leaving me with those
monsters?”
She gets a closer look at him and sees bite marks, riddled
across every piece of exposed skin and she feels bad for a moment, but then she
thinks about her time away and what he did to her and the feeling goes away.
She looks at him in contempt. “No it’s what you deserved.”
“Really?” He steps closer to her. “Who made you judge, jury,
and executioner?”
“No one,” she says with a smile.
“Ahh, so the all mighty Bonnie Bennett admits that she was
in the wrong.”
“I didn’t say that,” she says playfully
“But you did something that doesn’t align with your
morality.”
“Well, I had a choice, me or morality, I chose me.”
“Where was this mentality months ago when we had the choice
to leave together?”
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