This will follow canon with obvious changes to mostly Bonnie and what not.

"I just don't know what to do with her sometimes," Bonnie flipped to another page in the magazine she was scanning over without actually seeing what was on the page. She tried to block out the conversation going on outside the kitchen in the dinning room, but that was sort of hard considering it was about her. "We've tried everything but she just keeps getting into trouble. She's been like that since the day we brought her home."

"Do you regret adopting her?" the neighbor whispered sympathetically. "No, judgment if you do, Miranda."

Bonnie held her breath as her adoptive mother took in a long, shaky breath. "No, I don't regret it. Sheila was a long time friend of ours and after what happened to her, we felt it was right to take in her granddaughter. It's not Bonnie's fault, the way she is, I don't think. Sheila told me about her daughter just up and abandoning her baby and husband, she never said it but I think it had something to do with drugs. We all know taking drugs while pregnant can cause birth defects, add that with the fact that Rudy wasn't in any condition to take care of a child and she spent the first few months of her life literally neglected, I'm not surprised at all how she is, really."

Bonnie chewed on her bottom lip harshly, magazine forgotten as she frowned at opening that opened up into the dinning room.

"Have you ever gotten her tested for anything?" The neighbor asked, clearly concerned.

"When she was eight she was diagnosed with some behavioral issues and recently her doctors all agreed she was likely bipolar." Miranda said. Bonnie closed her eyes briefly, annoyed that her mother was telling their neighbor all of her issues, but it wasn't anything new really, Miranda always told anyone that would listen about all of the issues she had to go through because of Bonnie. "Speaking of which its almost time for her to take her medication, I got to keep on top of that or she won't take them. Last week I found huge bottles of liquor under her bed, empty bottles. I worry about that for obvious reasons and also because she's on so many medications."

"This must be tough on your other children?"

Miranda sighed again. "The sad thing is I think they're use to Bonnie getting all of the attention, and I'm proud of them for understanding. I just feel it isn't fair to them and it makes me feel horrible, which is probably why I spoil Elena and Jeremy so much. But they're good kids either way."

"Well, if you ever need any help with anything, I'm here for you."

"Thank you, Betty. Bonnie, can you come in here, please?"

Bonnie wanted to chuck the magazine across the room, better yet, throw it in Miranda's face. Bonnie would admit she had her issues, but Miranda and Grayson always played the victim when that was furthest from the truth.

Still, she swallowed her ire and stood, tossing the magazine on the breakfast table before she slowly moved into the dinning room were her mother and the neighbor were having tea and brunch. She didn't bother sparing the woman sitting across from Miranda a glance, she could feel her judging eyes boring into her already.

"What?" She asked rudely and crossed her arms firmly over her chest. She didn't care that she was playing right into Miranda's narrative, she had been doing it her whole life anyway.

Miranda threw the woman an apologetic look before giving Bonnie a soft frown. "Its time for you to take your meds." The woman reached from her purse hanging on the back of the chair and removed two orange pill bottles from it, before removing one pill each from the bottles. She held the pills out to Bonnie in her open palm. "Bonnie isn't in school right now because she got suspended for cursing her teacher out." Miranda told the woman as Bonnie snatched up the pills and threw them into her mouth, swallowing without water. The woman nodded and Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"Can I go now?"

"No tv and no phone," Miranda nodded.

Bonnie scoffed. "Yes, mom, sure thing, mom." She spared the woman sitting at the table a glance. "You know, you shouldn't take everything my mom says as the truth, she and Grayson are the biggest dirty liars I know, and I know a lot of liars."

"Bonnie," Miranda snapped.

Bonnie shrugged and walked away. She would regret that surely, but they wanted to claim she was impulsive, she would do impulsive things.

(BW)

Bonnie walked downstairs, mouth dry and head hurting. It was eight at night and she had slept most of the day. She winced at hearing the laughter coming from the living room and despite herself peeked into the room, finding the whole Gilbert Family, minus her, sitting in the living watching a movie and munching on pizza.

She stared at the scene only for a moment before moving on, it wasn't anything new. She went into the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water as quietly as she could, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

She returned to her room with her glass of water, drank it, then went to bed, trying to block out the laughter downstairs.

(BW)

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie groaned and took her tired eyes off the ceiling from where she was laying flat on her back on her bed. It was three in the afternoon, but her meds always made her tired like this.

She found it was Elena who had decided to interrupt her daydreaming. Her prefect sister Elena. She had heard Elena and Jeremy return home about fifteen minutes before but hadn't made a move to greet them.

She stared at the brown haired, brown eyed, pretty girl, waiting for her to speak.

"Do you want to come to the Grill with me and Matt?"

"Really?" Bonnie asked with a snort. "I know you're not the smartest cookie in the jar, El, but I know you remember I'm grounded. So, no, I don't want to go to the Grill with you and your boyfriend, thanks for asking." She bit out sarcastically. She and Elena weren't close, they had been, when they were little, but Elena decided to ignore something going on in their home and decided it was easier to buy into what their parents were selling instead of not doing that.

"I was just asking, Bonnie." Elena retorted defensively. "I was going to ask mom if you could go since you've been cooped up in the house for three weeks. You don't have to bit my head off."

Bonnie didn't really feel bad. "Sorry," she said anyway, "like you said, I've been cooped up in here for three weeks, I'm a little testy. Besides, I sorta made mom mad today, I think she wants me here when dad gets home."

Elena's eyes widened a little, knowing exactly what that meant just as well as Bonnie did. Bonnie wasn't surprised when the girl's eyes watered. "Just stop getting into trouble, Bonnie, just stop and they'll stop."

Bonnie shook her head, taking in Elena distressed expression. She wondered if it was because of what was going to happen to her or because once again Elena was faced with that fact that her family wasn't as normal and nice as she would like.

She didn't say anything though and soon Elena was backing out of her room, closing the door behind her. Not even ten minutes later the front door slammed shut and she could hear Elena's car pull out of the driveway.

When six o'clock rolled around Bonnie found her anxiety growing with the more time that passed between she when she had taken her pills and now. When she heard Grayson's car door slam closed she was pacing the length of her bedroom.

She couldn't help herself and rushed to her bedroom door when she heard the front door close, pressing her ear against the wood. She could hear her parents talking, but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Giving up, she moved to away from the door and to her dresser. She bent down to the last draw and ran her fingers over the puppy stickers there, she had placed them there when she was eight. With a scoff she pulled the draw open and moved around old sweaters and tights until she found what she was looking for. Wrapped up in an old t-shirt was a half-empty bottle of brown liquor, she unscrewed the top and took a drink then another. Her nerves evened out a little and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and returned her hidden treasure to its place.

She went and sat on her bed and waited.

(BW)

Bonnie landed on the ground underneath her window and bit her lip harshly in order to stop the scream from tumbling pass her lips as her already hurting ankle, twisted more. She turned and squinted a glare up at the tree she had just jumped down from. Usually she could do that jump, no problem, even after a beating.

Her whole body burned because of the marks underneath her black T-shirt and jeans, all made from either the leather of a belt or the belt buckle itself. The only visible mark she had not hidden underneath her clothes was a small, busted lip. She licked at the cut and winced.

Normally she would of stayed in, slept off the worse of the pain, but Grayson and Miranda had promised to return because that piece of shit Jeremy had let it slip that she had used his phone to call someone the day before. Bonnie honestly couldn't take anymore. She hoped if she hid out for long enough that they would just punish her in a different way besides a beating, it had happened before.

They had been doing this to her ever since she came to live with them when she was two. Bonnie hadn't been a bad girl, no, not in the beginning. Something was wrong with Grayson and Miranda, they enjoyed hurting her and bringing her down. She could remember vividly being four years old and excitingly wanting to show Miranda she could read, wanting to impress the woman who seemed so indifferent and mean to her, wanting that woman to hug and praise her like she did Elena. But Miranda had been mad and gave her a spanking, telling her that she should never think she was better than anyone, let alone Elena. Never mind that wasn't Bonnie's intention at all.

For some reason Grayson and Miranda simply hated her or was just really, really angry and wanted someone to take it out on. For a long time Bonnie thought their was something wrong with her, besides what Miranda and Grayson made up. Sometimes she still does believe that, no, honestly, a big part of her is sure she did something wrong.

Anyway, Bonnie decided she would leave for a little while, maybe go get high and forget her problems, return home when things had calmed down.

(BW)

Bonnie didn't know how she felt as she stared down at the graves of Miranda and Grayson Gilbert. She was mostly numb. They had gone out searching for her after she ran away and died, went right off the bridge.

After all of that pain they had caused her, they were just gone.

Elena and Jeremy were a mess, understandable considering the parents that had loved them were now gone. They hadn't spoken to her since they found out and she found herself thinking that somehow they blamed her.

"What are you doing, Bonnie?"

Bonnie looked up at Aunt Jenna as she entered the kitchen, still dressed in her black dress. She must have slept in it. She eyed the pill bottle in Bonnie's hand.

"My meds, I'm taking my meds. I don't need Miranda around to remind me I have to take them." Bonnie told her with a shrug.

Jenna blinked and frowned. She pressed a hand into her forehead. "I completely forgot about that." She admitted. "And I'm suppose to be you guy's guardian." She chided herself. "Are you almost out or anything? Do you need to go get a refill?"

"I'm fine, Aunt Jenna."

The woman stared at her in that way Bonnie knew meant Miranda had spoken to her also about her 'issues' or someone had. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Bonnie snapped. "You don't have to look at me like that." Jenna flinched and opened her mouth to say more.

"What's going on?" Elena appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, her brown hair a mess of top of her head. Her eyes bounced between Jenna and Bonnie.

"Nothing," Jenna said quickly, with an awkward smile.

Elena frowned and shook her head. "There's always something with her," she said voice full of disdain.

Bonnie's eyes narrowed. "Is there something you want to say, Elena?" Bonnie asked sharply.

"No, just what I said. There's always something with you, Bonnie. Always. You can't get along with anyone." Elena glared at her.

Hurt but not willing to show it, Bonnie laughed humorlessly. "Not all of us can be such a shinning star, Elena. Not everyone can have a screwed up adopted sister who they can be better than because their parents made sure of it."

"Don't talk about mom and dad like that, Bonnie. You're so ungrateful." Ungrateful, something Miranda and Grayson never failed to call her, Elena had picked the habit up apparently. "Mom and dad tried their best with you." Elena said firmly, but her voice cracked.

Bonnie shook her head and smirked. "Who are you trying to convince, Elena, me or yourself."

Before Bonnie could even realize what was happening her face was forced to the side because of a blow to her face. Her face stung, but she had received worse, she still stared at Elena in shock though. Elena looked almost more shocked than her however as she stared with wide horrified eyes.

Bonnie swallowed down the tears she could feel building up inside of her and took a step back from Elena. "That's how it is Elena? Now that mom and dad are gone you've decided you are the one who's going to punish me?" She smiled hollowly and blinked away her tears. She shrugged with nonchalance she didn't feel and turned and left room quickly.