Bonnie didn't know how this was going to go. Maybe it was good that she didn't have any expectations because if Elena was upset with her or if she were empathetic....either way she wouldn't be disappointed. Bonnie settled on the porch swing next to her best friend, lifting one of her legs and putting her foot on the swing to rest her forearm against.
"I've been setting blankets and furniture on fire in my sleep." Bonnie just put it out there, almost like ripping the bandaid off. That was the only way she could do it without trying to beat around the bush...which would get her absolutely nowhere. "I've been lucky in that I've either been woken up or woke myself up to put it out, but it's getting more frequent. And that's not even including when I'm awake. It's like when I open myself up to use my magic it starts to take control and I can't get myself to stop what I'm doing sometimes....and then at the very last second I can stop myself just before I lose all sense of control."
Bonnie couldn't manage to look at her best friend as she shared the information, instead going back and forth between looking down at her cocoa and straight forward. She shouldn't need help with this. She'd always done the magic thing well. And now here she was unable to do this on her own....she couldn't control it. She was failing.