At least they weren't arguing. They just sat next to Bonnie's hospital bed silently, sometimes they even got along. Bonnie on the other hand laid perfectly still for two days straight. When she woke up after the car crash the ambulance was already there, a near by farmer had called them. Griffin spoke slow in a hushed whisper to Bonnie, like she was sort of child.
"Just play along ok? I'll explain it later, just pretend your sleeping." Bonnie didn't really understand what he was saying, she was tired and sore but mostly hungry. He promised he'd feed her but she had to keep perfectly still first. So she didn't even bat an eye lash as the medics poked and prodded, ripping her shirt off and stuck needles in her. It wasn't that hard to not move, everything still hurt, she could feel her bones moving under her skin, popping back into place and it hurt so much that it took all her strength not to scream out in pain.
Eventually they got her into the hospital bed, they attached her to a bunch of machines then finally Griffin and Elena came in just as the doctors walked out. Griffin looked very grim, the sparkle gone from his eyes. Elena had obvious been crying, her eyes where blotchy and mascara streamed down her cheeks. Bonnie remembered thinking firstly that they had not in fact brought her food and secondly that she couldn't understand what was so wrong. She was here, alive, incredibly hungry but alive.
For some reason no one talked, Griffin did leave though and came back with several bags of blood. He closed the curtains and locked the door before tossing them at her. She dove on the bags and drank so fast she got blood on the blanket.
"Just act like your still hurt ok?" Elena pleaded.
"It will draw suspicion if you get better too soon," Griffin clarified when Bonnie looked at Elena like she had asked her to kill a puppy. "Just a few days, we'll be here and I'll keep you fed. Just a few days love, okay?"
So she stayed in bed and she did a really good job, kept her eyes tightly closed and laid perfectly still. If any of the doctors had actually looked at the accident scene they would have realized that there was so much blood splashed on the windshield to guarantee a quick death. They certainly found it suspicious that she was thrown out of a car and didn't suffer a single broken bone, and that by the end of the week all her cuts and scrapes had knitted themselves back together. A miracle they declared with a little persuasion from Griffin, she had done so well she could be discharged just after sunset.
Elena insisted that Bonnie stay in her hotel room, Griffin thought Bonnie would prefer a familiar environment. They talked in a hushed voices, Bonnie stared at her hands flexing her fingers, acting like she couldn't hear their hisses and murmurs. Her lips twitched unused to the feeling of her new pointy teeth. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Griffin started the car the loud noise startling her out of her concentration. Bonnie tried to protest but found the only noise she was capable of making was a sort of gurgle like chocking sound. Elena turned and smiled at her from the front seat, though Bonnie was only able to manage a new a half smile.
Way back in the first grade Bonnie remembered, however foggy the memory was, a teacher that came in once a week to have a 'special class' with her. It was mostly an hour of Miss. Marshal telling her how to pronounced everything wrong. Miss. Marshal would force together Bonnie's lips into a squished circle while repeating "who, who, who.". Finally by grade three Bonnie was freed from the young teachers horrible methods and deemed her speech problems fixed. Now however she found herself in a similar spot with her two companions. Griffin talked to her as if she was some invalid child incapable of understand even basic concepts. Elena became like a blonde version of Miss. Marshal constantly repeating words in the hopes Bonnie would repeat them.
"Bonnie are you hungry? Hungry. Do you want to eat? Eat."
"Bonnie you want to sleep? Sleep."
"Bonnie, it's Elena. Elena. Elena. This is Griffin. Griffin. Elena and Griffin."
If she heard that women say her name one more time she thought she might go insane.
She wasn't sure why she couldn't speak, she understood everyone and she c
She wasn't sure why she couldn't speak, she understood everyone and she certainly wanted to talk sometimes. Mostly Bonnie thought she spend to much time figuring out what to say that by the time she had the perfect answer they were already asking something else. Other times the young red head would open her mouth to answer and found everyone staring at her so intently Bonnie became too nervous to talk. Though perhaps she just didn't' really want to talk. Bonnie had so little control over anything; rarely did people allow her to choose how her life went. Bonnie didn't want to go on vacation with Elena and Griffin. She didn't want to drive home so late at night. She wanted to stay human and she wanted to live in her apartment and most of all she wanted a few minutes alone. Perhaps by not talking she regained an iota of control over the hectic mess that became her life.
"This is ridiculous." Elena huffed crossing her arms and plopping herself on he couch next to Bonnie. "I was only like this for a couple hours, she's been like this for days."
"Some people take longer to transition. One lad I knew spent months in a haze before he come to his senses." Griffin was always cleaning the kitchen, it seemed pointless as none of them actually used the kitchen anymore but before Bonnie had always insisted that the kitchen and dinning room remained spotless.
"Well you can't seriously be thinking of taking her out."
"Maybe some fresh air will do her good, she can see some old friends again."
"But what if something goes wrong? It's no like she can just ask for directions if she gets lost." Elena ran her fingers through Bonnie hair which would have been soothing if she hadn't done it in such a condescending way. Then it all started again, Griffin yelling at Elena, Elena yelling at Griffin until one stormed out of the room while the other silently fumed. Griffin threw the dirty towel in the sink slamming his hand into the shiny metal and leaving an ugly dent behind. It was about time Bonnie solved everyone's problems as it became obvious they were incapable of doing it themselves. She walked over to the grumbling vampire and tapped him on the shoulder. She found it almost unbelievable that Griffin just brushed her off and started walking away.
"Not now Bonnie, I just need some time alone." If Bonnie was in a better mood she might have laughed at him asking her for space. As it was though she had had enough of Elena and Griffin arguing and treating her like a child. She felt like the new born infant in a house of two resentful teenage parents. She certainly was not going to take anymore of it. She stomped over to Griffin and tapped his shoulder again, albeit much harder this time. He sighed and turned to her, "Bonnie look-"
"I love you, stupid." Bonnie wished she had a camera, Griffins face was priceless.
"I'm not asking you again. Get out of the car." Bonnie's eyes filled with tears looking into Damon's dark expression in the re-view mirror. She started to choke out a reply before he interrupted her. "Stop. I'm not falling for the damsel in distress act anymore."
"I think," she spoke, suddenly dry eyed, "Elena would have been pretty proud of my acting."
"Why? She loved you Bonnie, as soon as Stefan and her settled down all she talked about was finding you."
"You don't get it do you Damon?" Bonnie's eyes scanned the empty road, there was no way she could outrun Damon, she wouldn't even get hand on the seatbelts latch before Damon broke it off. There had to be a way out, there always was. "Elena was like a sister to me but it wasn't about that."
"Griffin was a nobody."
"No he was everything." She heard the click of Damon's door opening and before she had time to slam her foot onto the gas pedal he had already dragged her from the car. "Get you hands off me!"
"Listen you stupid little bit." He hissed slamming her against an old oak tree so hard the new leaves tumbled to the ground. "Ignoring the fact you've been lying straight to my face, I've spent the better part of a year chasing around Elena's killer. That means I've spent nearly a year with my whinny ass brother crying himself to sleep and feeding off bunny rabbits."
"Damon-" She gasped when he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing hard enough to kill a human and cause her quite a bit of pain.
"Where is she?" He whispered leaning in closer till their noses almost touched. "I want to know where she is, her real name and I want to know how involved you are with this."
"What? You think…" Bonnie paused a confused look crossed her face before Damon began to squeeze even harder. "You think I know who she is."
"I'm not stupid Bonnie." The comment made Bonnie break into laughter.
"You only see what you want to see Damon." Damon raised his hand but Bonnie continued before he could bring it down. "Fine, fine, fine, I'll tell you everything you want to know." She
"Good." He let go off her wrist, letting her fall not so gracefully to the cold ground below.
"I don't suppose your going to repay me for the damage on my car door." Damon was back in front of her in a split second nearly spitting on her with his angry hiss. "Okay, I get it, it's not the right time."
Authors note: So I've been re-writing the previous chapters, as I'm pretty sure they suck. And over the winter break I got bored and thought 'hm maybe I'll take a break and write a new one'. Then I look at my account and see I haven't updated in a year! Wow I don't know how that could have happened…it seems like it had only been a few months. But anyways here's a new one, and I think I'm going to start a new story or two as well so maybe that will make a nice apology