A/N- I'm actually really disappointed at myself. I've been so busy, and I can't just come up with excuses. This chapter for some reason took a week long. My life has been so busy! I'm doing my best, but at this point, I can't guarantee you guys if I can post every week. I will try to write when I have time, but I doubt I'll have a lot. I'm really sorry.
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Chapter 18- The Box
The black box arrives at her doorstep. The red ribbon tying the box together holds a note.
To Bonnie
From Yours Truly
It sits on top of her welcome mat. The doorman rings the doorbell after setting it down. He runs back to his truck and drives off. The perplexed woman goes to the door and opens it, immediately seeing the eerie box placed neatly on her door front. She grabs the box- gently and slowly- off the mat and places it on her kitchen counter.
She opens the box up, immediately noticing a foul odor coming out of it. She quickly shoves the lid down and squeezes her nose. Mustering up her strength, she pries the lid off, revealing a bunch of tissue papers. She smiles a little at how much effort this person was spending on the gift. She takes out the crunchy and colorful tissue paper and places it on her counter.
As she looks back into the box, ready to take more tissue paper out, she screams. Inside was a pool of blood with a heart placed directly in the middle. She screams out loud, her scream almost breaking glass. She stands there screaming, still looking into the box. Her heart stops beating for a bit as she looks at the gore in front of her. Her hands tremble and she drops the box onto the floor. The noise of the box dropping onto the floor was almost muted from her loud screaming.
Tears fill her eyes as she grabs her cell phone from the table in her living room. She shakily dials a number and cries. She's been crying a lot for this past couple of weeks. If people saw her, they would think it was a daily routine- to cry. She couldn't help it, though. It wasn't her fault that all of this was happening. The room around her seems to blur, the colors merging in together.
"Hello?"
"I got a box. And- and…" She pauses, gathering her thoughts and trying to calm herself down.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I-I" She sputters out, her voice tripping.
"What happened? Why are you crying?"
"Oh my god." She says, continuing her sob. She was too scared to say anything, too afraid of what was going on.
"You're okay, I'm coming over."
"Please, Caroline."
She hangs up the phone, her brown curls framing her face perfectly.
She sits on the couch, staring at the blood slowly trickling out of the box. It starts to form a pool around the box. Her green are foggy and her body feels limp. A knock at the door brings her out of her haze.
"Bonnie, it's Caroline! Open the door please!" Caroline yells from outside. Bonnie glances at the door and brings her focus back on the blood spilling onto the wooden floor.
"I'm going to come in, okay?" Caroline asks, not expecting an answer. The door busts open and her eyes graze the room. She sees Bonnie and traces her eyes to a box on the floor. Her blue eyes land on the blood. She cautiously walks towards it, peeping inside. She jumps back, screaming.
"Oh, my god. Is this… Is it…"Caroline breathes out.
"It's Damon's," Bonnie whispers out, her eyes filling with tears. She closes her eyes and lets the tears escape.
The red car zooms down the road. The 1963 Porsche car stops at the driveway. His dead heart beats all the way up to the front door. He shakily holds up his hand and turns the knob. He swings the door wide open and he sees Bonnie crying with Caroline hugging her. Caroline gives him a look. She sees a distraught and messy Stefan. His hair is all over the place, and his eyes scream, "I haven't slept for 24 hours". Stefan walks towards them, stopping to see an eerie box lying on the floor surrounded by a ruby colored liquid. He picks up the box, some blood still trickling out of the side.
"Is it… him?" Bonnie whispers out. Her crying muffles her voice. Stefan looks at Bonnie and then Caroline. He closes his eyes and lifts the box. The blood scent wafts into his nose. He looks up at Bonnie and Caroline. Everyone knew what the answer was.
"Oh, my god. I did this! It was my fault. I told you guys and… and… it's all my fault." Bonnie cries out. She looks at everyone in the room, her eyes puffy and her tears leaving a trail of salt.
"I'm so sorry," Bonnie says, staring straight into Stefan's eyes.
"I need to go," Stefan says, his voice wavering in the air. He leaves and slams the door behind him.
"I killed him." Bonnie screams, stuffing her face back into the sofa. It was the last thing Stefan heard before driving away. Caroline coaxes Bonnie.
If it happened 3 years ago, she couldn't care less about Damon. Somehow, someway, Damon managed to get attached to everyone. It was different without his presence. The air was thicker and more stale- while on the other hand- if Damon was there, the air would be as light as a marshmallow. He managed to grow on them, and it pains to see that he wouldn't be apart of their lives anymore. An eternity without Damon to some people would sound like music to their ears. Damon died a long and painful death- something someone should never have to go through.
Stefan presses on the gas pedal as he zips past the other cars. Driving well above the speed limit, he makes a left turn. He takes out his phone from his front pocket and stares at the screen. Knowing that Caroline was going to call soon, he texts her first. He multitasks, using his right hand to text and his left to drive.
"I'm sorry. I can't deal with all of this right now." Stefan texts. He focuses back on the road, but a vibration made him stare back at the screen.
"It's a hard time for all of us- not just you. He's your brother, but he was our friend too." Caroline texts back.
"I need some time." Stefan texts. He looks back up and sees the red light. He slams his foot on the brakes, smoke coming from behind his tires.
SCREECH.
A car from the left crashes right into him, his car exploding like fireworks.
BOOM.
He feels himself flipping upside down in the air.
Stefan tries to look around, but all he could see was darkness.
He stirs around, trying to make sense of what just happened.
He can feel lukewarm liquid running down his face and a million glass shards jammed into him.
He pries his lids open and sees fire engulfing his car.
Gathering up his strength, he unbuckles his seatbelt and unlocks his car. He looks back at the car that hit him.
A woman and a little girl in the back were inside the wrecked car.
His instinct speaks up, telling him to go save them, to go save the mother and daughter, or at the very least to save the little girl.
He turns back around and starts to run. He runs away from the crash- away from everything.
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