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Like everybody (I think much people know it, if see my past stories) english is not my first language.
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Prologue: Forever & Always.
Bonnie McCullough used to believe in fairytales.
That girl is me.
I was hiding myself in that magic and beautiful place. If I could, I wish to stay there forever. Where nobody could find me. (It's not so scared and uncomfortable when you feel you need isolate the others from you.)
Face the real world hurts. I can't deal with that conclusion for now (I hope that it couldn't last forever). I was feeling a strong pain in the heart. I cried what seemed hours; days, saying bad and ugly words. For minutes, it works perfectly.
I was in my room, at least, two hours. (What feels like an eternity)
I know that I couldn't hurt another person that made nothing to me. Was not just (Right seemed to be the best word) and a behavior of people who has not control of itself.
I have to calm down or I can kill the first one that pass through that door. (I'm not ready to go to prison or any asylum and I don't want to, either.)
I must have known that my innocent may make me suffer. It's the same if you to expect for somebody to do something for you to free (what will never happens), so, I prefer to throw the first thing I saw in my view on the wall or scream until I lost the voice.
I felt angry when I realize, again, the reason for her to be like this. Empty. Broken. Able to put end in every little piece of a good memory around me, even I can regret before, ignoring every… Precious; sweet scene that pass in my mind. Stefan Salvatore was the answer.
He threaded me like a fool. Like a fool I loved him; adored him like if Stefan was the best thing that had ever happened to me. I forget to love me in the first place.
The love couldn't be everything, but, when you feel it run through your body, it doesn't matter so much.
You stop to think for yourself.
The important is keep the happiness for the one you learns to love.
Keep the person close to you.
Or you will feel incomplete.
I can't forget about Elena and Stefan. They were kissing so passionate, that I stop on the door, watching. There were a clear difference between Stefan and Me.
I wasn't Elena.