Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

I wonder why

It was now the end of the day. After a long day of classes, Bonnie decided to head to her dorm to relax. She hadn't seen or spoken to Elena and Caroline since she left the dorm earlier that morning. She had this bad feeling, almost like an itch that just wouldn't stop no matter how much she scratched it. As Bonnie made her way to the dorm, she contacted the first person on her contact list, which just so happened to be Elena. She rang twice, no answer. She preceded to call Caroline, no answer either. At this point, Bonnie started to worry. 

Are you okay? Call me back when you can she texted her two best friends. Most times a witch had a bad feeling, it wasn't something to just rub off. It always indicated that something was truly wrong or some part of nature was unbalanced. 

Once Bonnie got to her dorm, she sat down and started her homework. An hour and a half had passed, she finally finished her homework. She picked up her phone to see a missed call from Damon. Although, no missed calls from Elena or Caroline. As Bonnie was about to ring Damon back, she heard an aggressive knock on the door. Hesitantly, she opened it to see Damon and Stefan standing in front of it. 

They walked in, Bonnie could immediately tell something was wrong. 

"I was just about to call you back" Bonnie said to Damon who was pacing back and forth the room. Bonnie looked to Stefan, "What's wrong with him?" she asked. 

Stefan sighed, "It's Elena and Caroline". 

Stefan remained quiet, the tension had Bonnie on the edge of her seat. Whatever it was that was going on, had to be the worst news she was about to hear. Bonnie prepared herself for it. "Damn it! You stupid witch" Damon said. Before Bonnie could process what she heard, Damon ran pushing her body against the wall. "It's all your fault, everything is your fault, Bonnie" he said. 

Bonnie shook in fear "W-what are you talking about?" she said trembling. Damon didn't answer her, instead he bit her neck. Bonnie screamed in pain. Stefan stood there, not saying a word, not doing a thing to help her...she fell to the floor...dead. 

***

Bonnie quickly rose up from her bed, gasping for air and touched her neck. She looked to her left and right to see Elena and Caroline peacefully sleeping. It was just a dream, Bonnie said to herself. 

Bonnie got up and walked to the bathroom, she shut the door and rinsed her face with cold water. She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple of seconds, confusion ran through her mind as she tried to filter the dream she weirdly encountered. The worse part was it felt so real. 

She looked to her neck and saw a bruise, the bruise of a bite mark. "What the hell?" Bonnie said as she took in sight of the injury. After staring in the mirror for a while, contemplating what her life was, Bonnie went back to sleep. Before she laid in her bed, she picked up her phone to see what time it was. 

Coincidentally, it was 3 a.m. Also known as the spooky hour. She rolled her eyes, and laid in her bed, covering her entire body with the blanket. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the only thing on her mind was the dream. She tossed and turned in her bed for a while, she thought about sheep, flowers, just about anything, nothing worked. The dream lingered in her mind. "I can't do this" she said to herself. 

Bonnie stood up from the bed with the blanket still around her body and slid on her sandals, making her way outside. 

The air was cool, the wind sent chills through her body. She was very uncomfortable at the moment, and not because of the current setting she was in, but because of what she had just experienced. This has never happened before, yet it didn't perceive new to her. Probably because of all the visions she would undergo in the past, or her dying, maybe even her on countless times getting herself in trouble with the spirits. Whatever it was, had her clueless. All she knew was her magic had something to do with it.