I'll never forget the look on Gram's face when she told me I wasn't strong enough. Glancing down at my own body is an unreal feeling. So many emotions swirled within me. Anger, sadness, but prominently is fear. Now that I'm dead how am I going to avoid the other side? Those witches all of whom were killed by Caroline, but they just wanted to help me. The spirits finally able to condemn me for the wrongs I've done. More than anything I fear them. How many times have I gone against the balance of nature? Bringing Jeremy back, stopping Jeremy's heart, reanimating his heart, desiccating Klaus, putting Klaus into Tyler's body, using expression, allowing expression to rule me, and worst of all believing in Silas. Being dead really brings things into perspective.

I let myself down so many times. No matter how much I wanted to get out of the whole Elena craziness with the Salvatores' I just kept getting roped back in. I love Elena, and I always will but how many people have to get hurt before she gets a clue. Already the answer is too many, but I'm projecting. Trying to place my anger in someone else onto my best friend. Even if my best friend did try to kill me over a crown. Not the point! Sighing focus myself and can feel my…presence starting to get drawn somewhere else. The other side it has to be. It feels like I'm swirling into something. Closing my eyes I just flow with the motion. Letting myself become like a single wave in the tide.

Opening my eyes I find myself in a sort of black chamber. There's an individual spotlight glaring down on me, and I put my hand on my face to block it out. Even though I cannot see them I can sense the other beings in the chamber with me. It must be the spirits, my ancestral witches, sinking down to one knee I figure being respectful can't harm me any.

"Bonnie Bennet!" A gravelly voice rich with power speaks. "You have shamed your heritage, and disrupted nature on multiple occasions. How do you plead?"

Inwardly I smirk, I hadn't figured this to be an actual trial. Rising slowly I square my shoulders, set my jaw, and speak as clearly as I can. "I plead guilty, but everything I did was for a reason. I was trying to help my friends, and I admit that I got lost along the way. However I regret nothing."

"As a Bennet witch, you should understand how precarious the balance of nature is. You befriend vampires, help hybrids, brought a hunter back from the dead, and you helped Silas. The pinnacle of all unnatural forces!" The voice reprimands me. The disappoint clear, painfully clear.

Swallowing I nod my head. Hearing my wrongdoings is harder than admitting them. "I look past species when seeking friendship. I show love and steadfast loyalty for my dear ones. I brought back one of your own creations. I lowered the veil to try to stop the world's most horrid abomination. I did everything with pure heart, mind, and soul!"

"You allowed your fickle earthy bonds to waver you from your destined path!" Another voice snaps with just as much power, but way more contempt.

Gritting my teeth I refuse to show them weakness. "I allowed love, loyalty, and friendship to weave my own destiny. I accept my consequences, but I will not renounce the actions that forced them upon me."

"Very well Bonnie Bennet. We have a proposition for you. Should you succeed you may return to your earthy form, and live out a full life. To be tried again upon a later death." The first voice commands.

With a clap of power I'm all alone in the chamber except for a lone figure striding towards me. Relief fills me as my held tears escape, Grams!