'Dear Elena', wrote Bonnie in the collective diary, 'I haven't been completely honest in the previous entries.'

She twirled her left hand, watching the snow white feathers stay afloat in the air.

'I keep having these nightmares. I see flashes and hear screaming. So much screaming.'

Oscar made her visions disappear but he left something much worse in its wake.

She squeezed her eyes shut and flinched at the thought. But that quick, momentary reaction triggered the nightmares again and she saw the same sea of faces. Then she snapped her eyes open, breathing raggedly.

The witch allowed herself a sigh of relief, realising she hadn't woken up on the floor again. Her vision was different this time and only seconds had passed.

'It happened again, just now,' she continued writing with shaky hands. 'It's not just random faces anymore. I know all the faces. Yours, Stefan's, Damon's, Caroline's... Jeremy and Tyler. I saw Grams too. And your parents. I don't understand what's going on.'

She slammed the pen down to rub her temples and dull the throbbing ache.

'I saw happy memories. Remember Thanksgiving at your parent's place that year your mom got a promotion? And the time we snuck out to that party in 8th grade? They kept replaying on a loop.'

The feathers lay on the table, limp. Bonnie couldn't muster up the energy to make them float again. It was the most basic of spells. It was supposed to be effortless.

'But after a while they were swallowed up by some flames and then the screaming started. It's still ringing in my ears. I feel like someone put their hand in my brain and pulled something out. I can't describe it. Am I going crazy?'

Elena wouldn't want to read about this crap, she thought to herself. Grumbling, she tore out the page and scrunched it in a ball, throwing it into the fireplace just as Damon waltzed into the room. A millisecond longer and he could've snatched the piece of paper out of her hand.

'Okay, so Ric says he will apologise to you in person once he meets us at the morgue. You can thank me later. He needs to run an errand first so he told me to tell you to get a head start with the spell. Though what could be more important than getting Jo back is beyond me and- you okay, Bon?' he asked, staring at the witch who had a vacant expression painted on her face.

'Hm?' asked Bonnie, lost in her thoughts. 'Yeah, just give me a minute to finish writing this.'

'Okie dokie. I'll wait in the car.'

'Dear Elena,' she tried again, 'Caroline's diary entries are a lot better - she always has something interesting to say. Love, Bonnie.'