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The afternoon was promising; she had plans with grams to do some spells. Springtime was a few weeks away and Bonnie was getting use to the grey sky. Why was February so bland? For the month of love, the month of black history, and the month that was the shortest, it should have been the richest in textures, and colors. It should have been present with heart and spirit. Today Bonnie had made a soup her grams had taught her when she was younger. Lately, grams hasn't been standing or walking around much, so Bonnie tried to bring her a meal every day for the last couple weeks. She thought it would help her to get more acquainted with nature.
The sounds of leaves squishing the bottoms of her shoes made her uneasy. Dead, wet leaves were a nuisance.
"How can I practice manage if I can't sit here and be comfortable? Wet leaves!"
Bonnie remembered what her Grams said a couple weeks ago:
"When you feel alone or in need, these woodlands will comfort you. I promise you that. Just call to the wild."
Today the air was moist. It had just rained the day before and a fog rolled through, settled low to the ground. Bonnie walked through the fog eagerly. It was Friday and she was staying the night at her grams, so she wasn't worried about walking back late.
Suddenly, the fog infiltrated the woods like a poison in the air. Out of nowhere it expanded the depths of the woods. She has never seen such a thick fog.
Bonnie sat her jacket on the ground, then sat atop of it. She wanted to will an opening in the fog, so that she could see her way to her gram's house.
Sitting in the middle of an open space, Bonnie sits with her legs crisscrossed.
She leaves her chest opened and her arms rest on her knees. Bonnie breaths slowly. Her mind pushed out everything accept the color white, she focused her concentration to the center of the white space in her head. Taking in several long inhales, before Bonnie blows her final breath. When she inhales she pulls everything into her being. With pursed lips, she pushes air out of her lungs, clearing a few feet of space in front of her.
"I did it, Oh my Gosh. I did it. I opened the fog. This is the best thing to ever happen to me. I have to tell grams."
Bonnie jumps up and runs quickly to her grams, as she moves the fog creeps around her body keeping space cleared around her the whole way there.
She runs screaming through the woods as she nears Sheila's house.
"Grams, Grams! I did it. I did it. Wait til you see it. Grams. Open the door. It's me Bonnie. Grams?"
Bonnie in her excitement runs around her grams' house, peeking in windows.
When she sees her grandmother on the floor, unconscious she freaks out. She bangs on the window screaming for her grandmother to answer her, or regain consciousness. All she did was try to get in to her gram's house and help her out.
Nothing was working.
Bonnie was angry trying to figure things out.
"Nothing is working. WHY?"
She stood at the front door banging on it over and over. Her emotions got the best of her and she screamed, "OPEN UP!"
The door opened.
Bonnie didn't have to go to school the next day because it was Saturday, and she stayed at the hospital all day Saturday and Sunday. When her gram's was rushed to the hospital Friday, they hadn't figured out the causes yet, but it appeared to be natural. She was still alive and in a hospital bed on breathing machines. She had sat next to her grams' day and night for three days. Her mom dropped by once, her dad never came. She hasn't heard from Damon or Elena. When her grandmother came to on the third day, Bonnie was overjoyed. She caught her up on all of her triumphs with magic, including saving her life.
Grams made Bonnie leave the hospital and go home. She didn't want to see her waste away her teenage years. She made Bonnie Promise that no matter what she would enjoy her last year of high school.
"Bonnie, life isn't as bad as you think. These are tough years, high school. But you're capable of great things. It won't always be this hard, I promise you that. Just don't ever forget where you came from, and who you are. And most importantly don't forget you always have a home at Grams' house."
Bonnie and her grams did a chant before she left the hospital
Nurture my body
Nurture my soul
In with the new
Out with the old
Why does the alarm clock sound have to be the most annoying sound in the world?
Six am was the time optimists, reveled in, pessimist loathed, and realists pressed the snooze button. Bonnie saw herself as a realist. The reality was, she missed his cologne, and thick leather smell. She dreamt about his face, and woke up forgetting they hadn't spoken in twenty-three days. Twenty-three days ago he stood her up on their four-month aversary. Every month to the day he took her to the falls.
She had not shed a tear about it. Rather she blocked him out of her daily existence. The only time he appeared was in her dreams. Which was weird, because all of the dreams were novelized with false romanticized endings. Her dreams deceived her every night. Laboring her brain into remembering, or believing she and Damon were more than they were.
The truth was they were bored and built a relationship out of necessity.
Yea, probably so. She would make herself believe that anyways, to protect her fragile heart.
Bonnie woke up in her Grams place, in the room her grams had made up for her since she was a child.
A weightlessness lifted Bonnie out of bed today. Her feet walked a little faster, and her neck felt elongated. Her normal indifference was swallowed by excitement. Her ora felt shifted. She didn't realize how she got there but she was in her grams closet, looking for something to wear. She found a Black tunic and put it on. It was long enough to wear alone. It came just a few inches above her knees. When she let out her bun, she didn't realize how long her hair had gotten over the past few months. Instead of putting it back in a bun, she gave herself a side French braid that flung down one of her shoulders.
She found some small flats at her grams' house, and a bunch of clothing her grandma bought her, encouraging her express her inner goddess. Her chuck Taylors were soaked from her walk in the woods last night back to her grams' house.
Wait, how did I get to her Grams house last night? She asked herself.
All of a sudden a memory flashed through her mind.
"I am almost positive I am going the right way."
She passes the same tree three times.
Bonnie looked around. The sun was 10 minutes away from being fully set, she had to catch the light before it completely sunk into the horizon. Today the sky was void of clouds. There was a beauty in the pinkness that lingered the last 3 hours the sun was up. The sky was lined like pastels on a canvas. The bright yellow bulb lit the high heavens. Which was fitting because it's the day her grams woke up.
Bonnie couldn't help but to feel she was the reason for the sky being painted the way it was. The sky looked how she felt after seeing her grandmother regain consciousness. The streaks of pink were fading to grey and a fog was slowly casting around her. She had never been in the woods alone at night.
"I am not sitting on the ground, wasting time chanting when it'll be dark in minutes. Focus Bonnie, just keep walking."
Howling in the distance causes her to shriek. Bonnie frightens at the sound of a wild animal and begins to run. Her quick steps are clumsy, but she is focused on the sight ahead, a small opening way off in the distance.
Another howl throws Bonnie off guard, she loses her step, and trips over a root, landing on a sharp object that pierces her ribcage.
"AHmmmmmmmmmmm, hhhhhhh." She says so lowly.
Bonnie whimpered quietly, and held onto her side attempting to apply enough pressure. She barely made a sound.
Pink hues dissipated while dark blue hugged the sky.
Afraid to make a sound for what wild animal she might draw in, Bonnie laid on the ground silently crying.
When the wind blew, it sounded like the sky was crying, and those winds carried her cries along with it.
These are the times, being a loner plagued her. Where was Damon and Elena?
The only person who would take accountability for her, was in the hospital.
Skin tingling, hair raising, fear fills her tightening chest.
More silent cries, as her small body is hidden by the now thick layer of fog that suddenly engulfed the woodland.
She can't keep track of how long she cried, but eventually she lost her battle to consciousness her body weight went lifeless.
"Wake up, wake up."
Eyes flutter, confusion kicks in.
A dark figure hovers above the young witch. She can't tell, but it appears to be a tall masculine figure.
Seems as though he has been watching her. She reaches her hand out to touch him, and Golden orbs flash back at her.
She wants to be frightened, but she is speechless. She blinks and that quickly he's gone.
Blackness swallows her whole.
Bonnie remembers that someone or something was out there, following her, and saved her.
Bonnie fixed herself in the full length mirror and began walking the long distance in the woods to school.
Once she gets to the clearing where her car is parked, she will drive the rest of the way.
Bonnie thought she heard someone following her, she turns and she sees a bunny. She smiles and keeps going.
"Stefan has a thing for Bunnies," Bonnie thinks to herself.
A little while later Bonnie is at school, when she walks up the stairs opens the main doors and doesn't seem phased that all eyes are on her. She walks straight ahead, not looking at the tile once.