Bonnie Bennett (bonbon) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-07-02 15:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | bonnie bennett (badassbennett), silas (firstimmortal) |
Who: Bonnie Bennett. (Can be a narrative or OPEN)
What: Reflecting on things
When: Today
Where: Some bench in the park
Warnings: Bonnie is two seconds away from drinking cheap liquor out of a paper bag
Bonnie was useless. She knew it. She saw it in her friends eyes when they looked at her. Especially Stefan although he was too polite to say anything. He said they would work around it, they would figure it out, they always did. But Bonnie did the figuring. She didn't have to rely on an overworked teenage witch from New Orleans to get them out of their messes. Or some guy named Oliver. Bonnie was without her magic. What she was now? Who could she be? Just the girl? The girl she wanted to be when she was with Dixon? Well, that would be great, but Dixon wasn't talking to her and she didn't blame him. She told him her life was crazy, that things would get crazy but it wouldn't change who they were. It was a lie. How could it not? And how could she not fight harder for him? Maybe in some way, Damon was right. Maybe he was, but Bonnie was entirely too angry at him to even consider his feelings on the matter. She didn't even want to hear his name because after all, this was all his fault. Everything. She openly and encouraged putting the blame on him at this point.
The young exwitch was with Davina when she spelled the rooms that Damon and Elena would most likely try and frequent. Bonnie was there when Stefan and Caroline spoke to Oliver about keeping them in the basement of some building. The rooms would be fortified with magic until they turned their humanity back on. But the more the days wore on, it just seemed hopeless. Elena and Damon were out there somewhere and their friends were the last things on their minds. It felt as though Bonnie lost everything and for what? She lost her life, her magic, her best friends and now her boyfriend. She was pretty close to losing her pride and dignity. It wasn't even everything that was going on here, it was back home too.
When she closed her eyes, she saw it. She felt it. Something that she would never admit here. She never would. She knew that Caroline and Stefan knew but they were good to not mention it, to not even ask Bonnie about it. She hoped it stayed that way. But for the first time in a long time, Bonnie felt love. She felt it, and she wanted it. She thought she had it here. That same feeling. But love came with conditions and no, Dixon wasn't to blame. It was her fault too.
She felt she had nowhere to turn to. No one to talk to. Claire was gone. Caroline was busy and Elena and Damon didn't have their humanity. She was getting closer to Davina, but it was more business than anything. It was upsetting. That Bonnie was completely alone and she knew she had Matt, but Matt didn't want to hear about this. She knew he was trying to distance himself and talking to him about anything wouldn't help her and it wouldn't help him either.
Bonnie didn't know what to do. Where to go. How to proceed. She was completely useless at this point.