AUTHOR: Candika
SUMMERY: Bonnie is dying, she knows she is and there is nothing she can do to stop it. Realising her fait she has accepted her destiny but can others accept it too or are they going to fight to keep her alive. The main question is Is the only one that can make a difference willing to help or not?
BONNIE AND DAMON ALL THE WAY :o)
The Cure
Part One:
Bonnie was ill. She knew that she was dying, there wasn't anything that could be done. It was a tumour, a brain tumour. Inoperable so the doctors said. She never thought that it was possible for a girl her age to be diagnosed with something so terrible. The future was bleak. Two to three weeks, a month, or two at the most. She hadn't been able to tell anyone. Her friends were happy with their lives. They didn't deserve to go through the pain that she was. After everything that had happened with Katherine, Klaus and Elena's return, they deserved to be happy at last. Her parents didn't know either; she couldn't bring herself to tell them. She didn't want them to worry and fuss.
For the first time in her life Bonnie McCoulough was alone. Alone and more scared than she had ever been before. Passing by you would never notice the pain and sorrow shining in her brown eyes, nor see the fine tremors shaking her body and the paleness of her skin. On the outside looking in; you would never know. Bonnie kept it all hidden, she felt like an empty vessel. When she found out she was dying she felt all her hope and life flow from her body, leaving her with only fear and regret. Fear at death and regret. . . Regret.
There were so many things that she had wanted to do. Travel, get married, have kids and grow old. But now that was all lost. She was going to die before her nineteenth birthday. An eighteen-year-old girl didn't deserve to die not after everything that she'd been through. She had almost lost her friends this time last year. She did loose Elena, more than once in fact. Vicky was dead and Damon was gone. He'd left soon after. No one knew where he was, not even Stefan. Bonnie's only wish would be too see him one last time before it was too late. She'd loved him ever since the first time they'd met at Alark's party.
Bonnie didn't want to die, she was too young, still a teenager. She had been diagnosed with the tumour after a visit to the doctor due to a series of dizzy spells, headaches, forgetfulness and eyestrain. She'd been having the problems for months, but had always put off going. Bonnie had known deep down what the real problem was. She just didn't want to face the truth. She had always known that she would die young, her Grandmother had predicted it, but that didn't mean it wasn't a shock to find out that she actually was.
Bonnie had once joked to Elena and Meredith that she wanted to be young and beautiful in her grave, but now she wouldn't even get that wish. The brain tumour would destroy her natural beauty so all that she would be when they buried her was . . . well she didn't want to think about that.
Ever since the severe headaches had started, she had felt her strength slowly ebbing away. Somedays she couldn't get out of bed, others she was fine and sometimes she'd feel full of life one moment and a second later she was at deaths door. She could feel the full effects of the tumour as she thought.
At the moment Bonnie felt kitten weak, lying in bed she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to over take her.
Bonnie was dreaming, she knew she was. It was that eerie feeling you have of knowing but not being able to do anything about it.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Damon woke up in bed and growled. She was calling him again; the little red hared physic, Bonnie. He'd been receiving dreams directly from her. Weird . . . strange dreams. Ones he could never remember when he awoke but they all had the same meaning. He must return. Return to Fells Church immediately, maybe then he would be able to figure them out and get good nights rest.
SUMMERY: Bonnie is dying, she knows she is and there is nothing she can do to stop it. Realising her fait she has accepted her destiny but can others accept it too or are they going to fight to keep her alive. The main question is Is the only one that can make a difference willing to help or not?
BONNIE AND DAMON ALL THE WAY :o)
The Cure
Part One:
Bonnie was ill. She knew that she was dying, there wasn't anything that could be done. It was a tumour, a brain tumour. Inoperable so the doctors said. She never thought that it was possible for a girl her age to be diagnosed with something so terrible. The future was bleak. Two to three weeks, a month, or two at the most. She hadn't been able to tell anyone. Her friends were happy with their lives. They didn't deserve to go through the pain that she was. After everything that had happened with Katherine, Klaus and Elena's return, they deserved to be happy at last. Her parents didn't know either; she couldn't bring herself to tell them. She didn't want them to worry and fuss.
For the first time in her life Bonnie McCoulough was alone. Alone and more scared than she had ever been before. Passing by you would never notice the pain and sorrow shining in her brown eyes, nor see the fine tremors shaking her body and the paleness of her skin. On the outside looking in; you would never know. Bonnie kept it all hidden, she felt like an empty vessel. When she found out she was dying she felt all her hope and life flow from her body, leaving her with only fear and regret. Fear at death and regret. . . Regret.
There were so many things that she had wanted to do. Travel, get married, have kids and grow old. But now that was all lost. She was going to die before her nineteenth birthday. An eighteen-year-old girl didn't deserve to die not after everything that she'd been through. She had almost lost her friends this time last year. She did loose Elena, more than once in fact. Vicky was dead and Damon was gone. He'd left soon after. No one knew where he was, not even Stefan. Bonnie's only wish would be too see him one last time before it was too late. She'd loved him ever since the first time they'd met at Alark's party.
Bonnie didn't want to die, she was too young, still a teenager. She had been diagnosed with the tumour after a visit to the doctor due to a series of dizzy spells, headaches, forgetfulness and eyestrain. She'd been having the problems for months, but had always put off going. Bonnie had known deep down what the real problem was. She just didn't want to face the truth. She had always known that she would die young, her Grandmother had predicted it, but that didn't mean it wasn't a shock to find out that she actually was.
Bonnie had once joked to Elena and Meredith that she wanted to be young and beautiful in her grave, but now she wouldn't even get that wish. The brain tumour would destroy her natural beauty so all that she would be when they buried her was . . . well she didn't want to think about that.
Ever since the severe headaches had started, she had felt her strength slowly ebbing away. Somedays she couldn't get out of bed, others she was fine and sometimes she'd feel full of life one moment and a second later she was at deaths door. She could feel the full effects of the tumour as she thought.
At the moment Bonnie felt kitten weak, lying in bed she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to over take her.
Bonnie was dreaming, she knew she was. It was that eerie feeling you have of knowing but not being able to do anything about it.
~~**~~**~~**~~**~~
Damon woke up in bed and growled. She was calling him again; the little red hared physic, Bonnie. He'd been receiving dreams directly from her. Weird . . . strange dreams. Ones he could never remember when he awoke but they all had the same meaning. He must return. Return to Fells Church immediately, maybe then he would be able to figure them out and get good nights rest.
