The diary of Bonnie Bennett

by Badwolf11

I picked S01E19 because I think it was a quite a hard time for Bonnie around that time. Personally, I would love to see inside her journal and know what she was feeling and doing when she wasn't on screen. Any advice would be appreciated. Thank you! :D

Just to let you know, I just started watching The vampire diaries again online. I'm still on the first season but close to the end (just finished episode 19) so this story will probably be written asif it was around that time (So far, Bonnie's Grandma died, she doesn't really like Stefan or Damon and has kind of fallen out with Elena.)

So this is kind of what I think Bonnie would be doing and feeling around that time, when she's not on screen. Please review, Subscribe and all that stuff and I hope you enjoy!

Dear diary,

Four days. It's been four days since I came back to school, and I still can't seem to manage a single day without someone asking me if I'm alright or how I'm feeling! Is it such a bad thing that I don't want to think about my Grams? I loved her, I still do, but every time I think about her, or every time someone asks about her, is just another reminder that I'll never see her again.

I think this is the longest time I have gone without talking to Elena. Not being able to talk to her in bad enough, but trying to avoid her on purpose is nearly impossible. This is for the best though, because I can't be around them. Stefan and Damon. I blame them for my grams death. I blame them for letting 27 physco vampires loose in Mystic falls. I blame them because she died for nothing, and I miss her so much.

As the sun set over the mountains, the brilliant orange light warming the sky, it cast a slight shadow over the fields in the distance. Bonnie could feel the temperature dropping slightly as she pulled up her thin jacket to reach her chin. She wrapped her arms around herself and let her journal fall on the damp grass beneath her. Writing had brought back all the memories. All the feelings that she couldn't put down on paper, and she had to stop, because she felt the water well up in her eyes and she wouldn't let herself cry anymore. From now on she would focus on the good times. She would be happy again.

Slowly, she pulled herself to her feet, gathered her things and blew a kiss to her Grandma's gravestone.

"I love you." She mumbled as she stumbled down the hill and out of the cemetery.