I gave up everything, and for what?
A streak of lightning bolted across the ash grey clouds. Bonnie's eyes turned from the darkened sky to the ground. Water pooled at her bare feet. Droplets of blood from her eyes and nose tainted the water.
"That damn coffin!"
She coughed. A sliver of crimson dripped from her parched lips. Anger simmered in her stomach as she balled her fist and swiped the blood from her mouth.
All that she had found from the coffin that Stefan and Damon had begged for her to open was a dead body who she later found out was the Original mother. What help she was! The spirits had been demanding her to once again figure out how to maim the Originals or there will be consequences despite the fact that opening the coffin nearly did kill her. The threat was made weeks ago. Her magic had been strained recently and she could only suspect the spirits were making good on their promise to show Bonnie that she had a leash.
Her stomach lurched and blood spewed from her lips onto the mush grass. She heaved as her legs caved in. Her body slammed against the damp ground and she had no energy left to get up. She could only curse and cry as the rain pelted her frail body which was slowly succumbing to shivers.
Weeks had gone by and yet, her friends had moved on to their next schemes. They would include her once she was needed. She barely got a simple conversation out of Caroline or Elena at school.
If I died here, how long would it take them to find my body?
Bonnie's lips turned upright as tears drained from her eyes. She guessed a week. Yet, if Elena was hurt, she would know by the hour.
She turned over to gaze up. Thunder rumbled in the distance as more streaks of violet and sapphire lightning decorated the dull sky. Rain mixed with her tears and blood. The water carried away the evidence of her sorrow and pain.
"I am weak," the word slipped through her gritted teeth.
Her grandmother had died to open the tomb, her mother had died to seal Mikael, and her cousin had been killed by Katherine as revenge for trying to set her up. She was the last one. Several Bennetts had been martyrs and protectors of nature. Their line was to help bring balance as the spirits would say. Yet, no matter what any woman in her family sacrificed, that was never enough. The spirits, nature, and everyone else who knew the Bennett family needed more and more until they were dead then it was off to the next descendant. After all, they were the good little helper heroes ready to save the day even if it cost their lives.
"If this is what it means to be a hero," she spat, "then I'll be a fucking villain."
A searing rush of heat formed in her stomach and shot up into her throat. She threw her head back as the burning sensation reached her temple. Her body became aflame despite the chilly rain droplets beating against her exposed skin. Her sobs and screams echoed throughout the forest as her body convulsed against the ground.
One moment, darkness surrounded her and the next she was looking beside her to find Grams sitting next to her in regular black slacks and a brown blouse. A hallucination? A ghost?
"You know," Grams spoke, "you always pulled the death card in my tarot deck. For a Bennett witch, it is standard. We are all cursed to pull that card... I figured it meant our inevitable heroic deaths yet I have come to realize something I and the women before me were too stubborn to realize."
Her eyebrows scrunched together. A memory? A memory she was hallucinating. Pain then shot into her chest. Her teeth clamped together as she felt a sensation trying to pull her out of reality and into the darkness. Her vision blurred but she kept her eyes on Grams.
"The death card is symbolic of change. To transform is to die."
Without another word, she was flung into an abyss of unconsciousness.