It's a wild flame, untamed and unchecked.
It attacks her at moments of peace, moments when her brain is free from the occupying thoughts of fear and defensive action. With every passing day, the reputation of Mystic Falls grows darker. It grows out of the reach of logic and reason and stretches across expanses of pure evility.
In the moment, she's firm. She knows who she is, she thinks she knows her purpose; but as soon as her body reclines, as soon as her mind begins to spiral towards the shores of sleep, the embers of violence attack.
Why does she have to live in this forsaken town? Why does she have to exist in this spherical mania? Every weapon and every hidden spade revolves around protecting and ensuring the safety of one: her best friend, her sister. Elena Gilbert is embedded in every facet of Bonnie Bennett's person. Their roots are intertwined, their bond comprised of the purest form of familial love and trust has been a salve in their tumultuous life.
As time shifts, however, there is an onslaught of death. The truth of their lineage, the demise of Grams, the second abandonment of Abby, the endings Elena has endured of sets upon sets of parental figures and of her own self are events that begin to scratch at the gilded bond of these soon-to-be broken girls.
As Bonnie lies in pursuit of slumber, her dormant thoughts rise and scatter. They fill her up and spread across the room, they illuminate the exhaustion that bubbles within.
The girl that Elena used to be, the girl that Bonnie was, the girl that Bonnie hoped to be, are lost in this wretched inferno.
Bonnie wants to defend, she wants to protect, but for whose sake? Certainly not for her own. She gets nothing of this deal but even this does not bother her. What gets her is that the girl on the receiving end is not behaving as one that is worth it any more.
So as her thoughts become disjointed, and her eyes grow heavy with tire, her body blazes with unbridled anger and her mind is inflamed with ire.