Disclaimers: I don't own Vampire Diaries
Summary: The gang was sent in an asylum, and Bonnie will learn that she shouldn't trust what she see.
/Hi! I just want to warn you that I'm french, and I've never posted a story in english before. I tried to correct it, but there might be a few mistakes, sorry about it. Let me know if there is something wrong in it. Enjoy!/
« How did we get here ? »
A sigh escaped Bonnie's lips, as she put her head into her arms. The metal of the table reflected the sun, blinding her. She squinted her eyes, wrinkling her nose, and glanced at the old and dirty windows of the cafeteria, positioned high on the wall.
« I knew this vampire story would get us in trouble. » grumbled Caroline
Until now, they had managed to keep this secret safe, but when a student heard them speaking about it near the lockers, she warned the principal. Bonnie still didn't know what they thought when they were in his office. Telling the truth to an adult, what a stupid idea.
While Elena asked them how they were going to get out of this place, the witch ran a hand through her hair, listening to them absentmindedly. She immediately took it off, a disgusted expression on her face. It was greasy. The showers of the asylum were broken since a week.
« Damon got into the staff, he's going to get us out of here. » announced Stefan
Caroline shrugged, tired, and replied that he'd better be fast, because she wouldn't stand another day without showering. A laugh escaped Bonnie's lips, filling the heavy silence in the cafeteria. A couple heads turned in her direction, glaring at her, but nobody said anything. They get back to their conversation, used to this kind of behavior.
Glancing at her watch, the doppleganger sighed, and said that she had to go see the doctor Bradham, with a fake excitement. The gang got up, and walked toward the exit. Bonnie put her hand on Elena's shoulder, pitying.
« Don't worry, we'll get out soon. » promised the brunette, trying to cheer her friend up
« You trust Damon ? » wondered Elena
« Do I have the choice ? »
They walked past some lockers, and Bonnie's eyes lingered on one of them. They looked exactly like the ones in high school, where Judy had heard them. It had just been a careless mistake, nothing serious, but then, some confession had lead them here. The eyesbrows of the witch frowned, as her face filled with incomprehension. How could they have done such a silly thing ? Usually, they wouldn't do something this stupid. They hid this secret for years. What happened ?
When Bonne blinked, looking around her, she noticed that she was alone. The others must have keep walking toward the offices of their psychologists. A shiver ran through her body, as she felt a apprehension rising inside her. She quickened, following the dark and gloomy corridor, until she reached the door of an office. The witch raised an hesitant hand, and knocked against the glass of the door, where was written the name of her psychologist.
« Come in. » replied a hoarse voice
Bonnie lowered her head, and swallowed, putting her hand on the handle. She hated their sessions. He was always telling her weird things, he wanted to get into her mind, he wanted to change her. The door opened slowly, as if she was trying to retard their meet. The patient closed it, and sat at her usual place. In front of the desk, just four feet away from him.
« So, Judgy, apparently you need my help ? » sneered a familiar voice
The brunette suddenly raised her head, and her eyes met two dark iris she perfectly knew. « Damon ! » she exclaimed, relieved. Usually, their meetings didn't go as well, but today was different. He was going to get her out of this asylum.
Sitting in a comfortable armchair, in his leather jacket, he was wearing his usual grin. Bonnie's eyes were sparkling, and he couldn't help but feel as happy as her.
« Tonight, I'll try to trade their security system, to get you out discreetly, but if I can't, we'll try plan B, less subtle. » scheduled the vampire. « Can you break the lamps with your powers ? »
« I don't know why, but I can't use them. Just when I need them. » hissed the brunette
Bonnie noticed she was still sitting as a patient, straight and stiff, and sprawled in her chair. She leant on her right, and crossed her legs. « You know what ? It's weird to say, but I'm really happy you're here. ». Damon raised his eyebrows, and thanked her for being glad he was in an asylum, making the young girl laugh.
She was about to talk again, when Bonnie noticed that Damon seemed weird to her. Although he had his leather jacket, and his arrogant face, something was wrong. He was motionless, straight. His arms were resting on his desk, and his hands were intertwined. He looked like a doctor.
« Miss Bennett ? »
She looked up, and met his eyes. They were different. They weren't Damon's eyes. The face of the patient radiated terror and anxiety. Her eyebrows were raised, and her lips slightly open. She get up abruptly, knocking her chair, and stepped back to the door.
« Sit down, please. The session is not over. »
A frightened whimper crossed the chapped lips of the young girl. « You're not Damon... » she gasped. Her vision became cloudy, and the features of the vampire got blurry, before being replaced by another face. She fell on her knees, her head between her hands, moaning. The psychologist stared at her for seconds, and then got up and called a nurse. A woman entered the room quickly, and shot a worried look at Bonnie. She approached her, and got her back to her room.
Alone again in his small office, the young man opened a drawer, and took out a small device he was using to make his reports after the sessions. He remained silent for a moment, before turning it on. « Bonnie Bennett, session 143. » he began. He paused, moistened his lips and then resumed.
« The patient still think she's a witch, but seems to finally be aware of where she is. She doesn't think she's in high school anymore. » summed up the psychologist. « At the beginning of the session, she called me Damon, and talked to me while making up my answers. »
He pressed a button of the recorder, stopping momentarily his observation. Exhausted, he ran a weary hand on his face, and turned on a television behind his desk. He put a disc in the player and pressed a remote control. A video recorded earlier in the day appeared on the damaged screen, taking place in the cafeteria.
« The patient didn't stop talking to Elena, Stefan and Caroline. » he said, after releasing the button to resume his report
The psychologist gulped, leaning on his seat to have a better look on the scene. Bennett was sitting alone at a table, with an empty gaze. She nodded, laughed, and then talked, without anybody in front of her.
« Her condition is getting worse. » he hardly concluded, his throat dry
The young man put down the recorder on his desk, and sat comfortably in his armchair, with his eyes still locked on the screen. Bonnie was heading for the exit, and raised her hand, as if it rested on someone's shoulder. He stood up, clenching his jaw, and removed the disc from the player, before throwing it against a wall.
Yet, they warned him, but the doctor Donovan didn't listen. You must never get too involved with patients. Matt became attached to her, but now she feared him.