Dangerous Mind
"It's in your eyes, what's on your mind?"
Bonnie threw herself out of bed and into the bathroom. Flicking on the light switch, she moved her hair from her neck, inspecting where Damon had bit her in her dream.
Bonnie squinted her eyes from the brightness of the room. Bonnie vaguely looked at her neck. There was nothing there but her dark skin. Bonnie sighed deeply, thanking the Lord it was only another nightmare.
"Another," said Bonnie, her finger flicking the light off.
Her stomach grumbled loudly.
"Nice try. You'll wait until morning," said Bonnie to her stomach which was hungry, sitting back down on the bed. Bonnie brushed her hair out of her eyes, sighing deeply and praying there would be no more nightmares for awhile.
Morning came soon than Bonnie had anticipated. She was being shaken awake by Caroline.
"Come on Bonnie. It's morning. You have a lot to do today," said Caroline, throwing a pair of jeans at Bonnie, who caught them in her hands, despite being as tired as she was.
"What's the plan for today?" asked Caroline.
"I think your mom has some plans for me," said Bonnie, walking towards the bathroom.
"Oh yeah," said Caroline before she disappeared down the stairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast before school started.
Bonnie splashed some cold water on her face before she got changed for the day.
"Bonnie breakfast!" called Liz.
"Coming Sheriff!" called Bonnie, walking down the steps quickly.
"I'm starving," said Bonnie, grabbing a plate full of waffles, bacon, and scrambled eggs.
"Normally I don't cook like this," said Liz who sat down at the table followed by Caroline and Bonnie.
"Normally you don't do anything but work," said Caroline in one of her tones.
"Not today Caroline," said Liz.
"Fine whatever," said Caroline, pouring some syrup on her waffles before eating it down and exiting the table. She was on her way to school.
"Sheriff," started Bonnie breaking the silence that was deafening.
"What are you going to do with me?" asked Bonnie.
"Well Bonnie," said Liz.
"First thing first, we are going down to the morgue so you can identify your father," said Liz, taking a sip of her hot coffee.
Bonnie almost gagged on her breakfast.
"Why do you need me to identify it if you already know it's my dad?" asked Bonnie.
"Well Bonnie. He was buried for some time. Some parts are missing. We are not sure it really is him," said Liz not wanting to go into any more gory details than she already had.
"Missing?" asked Bonnie who suddenly lost her appetite.
"Yes missing," said Liz.
"You'll see," said Liz before she got up and washed her dishes before taking Bonnie to the police station.
Bonnie was here less than twenty four hours ago and the sight of her father's body had already made her ill.
Bonnie followed the sheriff inside the station then down to the basement to the morgue.
"I don't know if I can do this," said Bonnie.
"You don't know unless you try," said Liz opening the door to the morgue.
"Come in," said Liz.
"I don't want to," said Bonnie backing away.
"Bonnie you have to do this," said Liz, getting ready to drag the girl in if she had to. She really didn't want to get physical, but it was part of her job. She had a duty to the town and its residents.
Bonnie took a deep breath and entered the room.
Bonnie took off the black sweater she was wearing because of the raised heat from her body that was causing her to sweat. Underneath the sweater, Bonnie wore a skintight short sleeve shirt.
Bonnie prepared herself when Liz brought out the table with her fathers body on it.
Bonnie almost puked seeing her fathers' face was in fact gone. It had been ripped off. She put her hand over her mouth preventing herself from being sick then and there.
"That's my dad," cried Bonnie backing away from the slab.
"Its him," said Bonnie before she turn and ran out of the morgue.
"Bonnie!" cried Liz. She slid the slab back into the storage area, before running after Bonnie.
Bonnie ran from the morgue at a pace Liz couldn't keep up with. She dove into an interview room, hiding in the blackness so she could cry her feelings.
"That wasn't how he was put in," she mumbled to herself.
"Who could have?" she asked herself.
Then in a moment, Bonnie stood up, looking at herself in the big mirror. Though there was no light in the room, Bonnie could see her reflection.
"Damon," she said.
He must have dug up the body! It makes sense now why they found him like that. But why would he take my father's face off his body? Why would he do such a sick thing? He's a sociopath no doubt, but why? Bonnie you've got to do it, Bonnie thought to herself.
Bonnie stormed out of the interview room. She walked slowly pass the cops to not bring attention to herself or that she had been crying.
Bonnie walked out into Mystic Falls, feeling the bright warmth of sunshine on her face. The fact that she wasn't out of trouble yet still dawned on her. She would walk to the boarding house if she had to. Bonnie was going to get down to business with Damon, not matter the cost.
"This is way too out of hand," said Bonnie, storming with her anger boiling inside her, down main street.
Bonnie walked at a fast pace.
Bonnie was fixated on getting to the Boarding House, she barely noticed that Damon was behind her, stalking her.
His cerulean eyes never once left Bonnie's figure.
Bonnie looked over her shoulder in the daylight to find people walking around their normal routines in Mystic Falls.
"Come and get me," said Bonnie, knowing full well that Damon had heard her.
"As you wish my little witch," Damon said, following Bonnie into the woods where they could be alone.