Bonnie threw herself onto her bed, tears streaming from her eyes like a constant river.
What had she done to deserve this? Surely it was her fault. Bad things don't happen for no reason. Why had this happened to her?
Bonnie dragged in a ragged breath, trying to calm herself. The stream of salt water seemed never ending, and they hurt, like adding salt to a wound. For a moment she couldn't breathe, her sobs echoing through the otherwise silent apartment. She could feel her pulse throughout her body, fast and strong, making her head throb.
She slowly forced herself to get up; she needed to make the pain stop. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't see straight. She moaned as she grasped the knob of the bathroom door, turning it weakly.
She reached for the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. She paused, studying her reflection.
A girl stared back at her; a frightened, weak little girl. Her eyes were blood-shot and glazed, covered by a layer of tears. Her skin was pale, streaks of water slipping down her cheeks. Her curls were a mess, untidily pulled into a ponytail. She looked scared; but more than that, she looked hurt.
Bonnie wrenched the cabinet door open, her eyes scanning for a bottle of Advil. When she found it, she grabbed it with a shaky hand, causing two other bottles to fall into the sink. She didn't bother to put them back.
Bonnie struggled for a moment to open the bottle before popping two pills into her mouth and swallowing them dry.
She walked into the bedroom, carrying the open bottle with her. She sat down at her desk, placing the bottle down. She looked over her pink stationary, sprinkled with hearts. How could she have ever been so innocent?
Bonnie sat there a few moments, contemplating the blue pen that lay on the side of the desk. Her head ached; why wasn't the Advil working?!
She swallowed another two pills before grabbing the pen.
As Bonnie scribbled her thoughts, she took three more pills. She sealed the note in an envelope. She stood, suddenly remembering something. She got it from the kitchen table, placing it and the envelope on one of the pillows on the bed.
The pain in her head hadn't dulled at all. "Why is this happening?!" she screamed. She needed more Advil.
~*~*~*~
"Thanks for coming, Matt," Elena told him as she walked him to the front door.
"No problem. I think I m going to check on Bonnie before I go home."
She nodded. "Tell her I hope she feels better."
"Sure thing. Bye."
Elena shut the door, moving back down the hall and into the now empty living room where she began to pick up pieces of spilled popcorn from the wooden floor. Stefan came in, taking the empty bowl from her hands.
"Matt left?"
"Yeah. Went to check on Bonnie."
Nodding, he went to put the bowl in the sink. She followed him into the kitchen.
"I hope she feels better soon," she replied.
"Yeah, me too."
~*~*~*~
Matt knocked on the door.
"Bonnie? Open up, it's me."
There was no reply. He knocked again.
"Are you all right?"
Again no answer.
He fumbled in his pocket for the spare key to her apartment. He unlocked the door, poking his head through. Maybe she was asleep.
He quietly shut the door behind him. Walking to her room, he saw in the light cast from the bathroom a small form in the bed. So she was asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Red curls spilled on a white pillow, her small form lying haphazardly on top of the blanket.
His gaze wandered over to the left and he tilted his head. In the dim light he could see something on the pillow next to her. Reaching over, his fingers brushed paper and something velvety soft; something like the petals of a rose.
_Now what the...._
He stood and cautiously moved to the other side of the bed.
He picked up the envelope, hands shaking he turned on the lamp by the bed. A rose was lying on the pillow. One of the roses he'd given Bonnie the other day.
The envelope trembled in his hands as he tore it open, and he swallowed.
What had she done to deserve this? Surely it was her fault. Bad things don't happen for no reason. Why had this happened to her?
Bonnie dragged in a ragged breath, trying to calm herself. The stream of salt water seemed never ending, and they hurt, like adding salt to a wound. For a moment she couldn't breathe, her sobs echoing through the otherwise silent apartment. She could feel her pulse throughout her body, fast and strong, making her head throb.
She slowly forced herself to get up; she needed to make the pain stop. Her head was pounding, and she couldn't see straight. She moaned as she grasped the knob of the bathroom door, turning it weakly.
She reached for the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet. She paused, studying her reflection.
A girl stared back at her; a frightened, weak little girl. Her eyes were blood-shot and glazed, covered by a layer of tears. Her skin was pale, streaks of water slipping down her cheeks. Her curls were a mess, untidily pulled into a ponytail. She looked scared; but more than that, she looked hurt.
Bonnie wrenched the cabinet door open, her eyes scanning for a bottle of Advil. When she found it, she grabbed it with a shaky hand, causing two other bottles to fall into the sink. She didn't bother to put them back.
Bonnie struggled for a moment to open the bottle before popping two pills into her mouth and swallowing them dry.
She walked into the bedroom, carrying the open bottle with her. She sat down at her desk, placing the bottle down. She looked over her pink stationary, sprinkled with hearts. How could she have ever been so innocent?
Bonnie sat there a few moments, contemplating the blue pen that lay on the side of the desk. Her head ached; why wasn't the Advil working?!
She swallowed another two pills before grabbing the pen.
As Bonnie scribbled her thoughts, she took three more pills. She sealed the note in an envelope. She stood, suddenly remembering something. She got it from the kitchen table, placing it and the envelope on one of the pillows on the bed.
The pain in her head hadn't dulled at all. "Why is this happening?!" she screamed. She needed more Advil.
~*~*~*~
"Thanks for coming, Matt," Elena told him as she walked him to the front door.
"No problem. I think I m going to check on Bonnie before I go home."
She nodded. "Tell her I hope she feels better."
"Sure thing. Bye."
Elena shut the door, moving back down the hall and into the now empty living room where she began to pick up pieces of spilled popcorn from the wooden floor. Stefan came in, taking the empty bowl from her hands.
"Matt left?"
"Yeah. Went to check on Bonnie."
Nodding, he went to put the bowl in the sink. She followed him into the kitchen.
"I hope she feels better soon," she replied.
"Yeah, me too."
~*~*~*~
Matt knocked on the door.
"Bonnie? Open up, it's me."
There was no reply. He knocked again.
"Are you all right?"
Again no answer.
He fumbled in his pocket for the spare key to her apartment. He unlocked the door, poking his head through. Maybe she was asleep.
He quietly shut the door behind him. Walking to her room, he saw in the light cast from the bathroom a small form in the bed. So she was asleep.
Not wanting to wake her, he sat down on the edge of the bed. Red curls spilled on a white pillow, her small form lying haphazardly on top of the blanket.
His gaze wandered over to the left and he tilted his head. In the dim light he could see something on the pillow next to her. Reaching over, his fingers brushed paper and something velvety soft; something like the petals of a rose.
_Now what the...._
He stood and cautiously moved to the other side of the bed.
He picked up the envelope, hands shaking he turned on the lamp by the bed. A rose was lying on the pillow. One of the roses he'd given Bonnie the other day.
The envelope trembled in his hands as he tore it open, and he swallowed.