The suivant morning I had to rub the sleep that had formed from the tears last night. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only seven. Everyone else would be asleep. My phone buzzed on the cracked side table, tableau beside my lit and I reached over and checked the text. It was from an unknown number.
I have the witch at the old church outside the tomb. We’re doing this now.
I knew who it was from. She had Bonnie. I gulped and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. After twenty minutes I was ready. I crept out into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs when I stopped. I may never see Aunt Jenna ou Jeremy again. I crept silently into Aunt Jenna’s room and hugged her softly sleeping body. Tears began at my eyes again and I kissed her cheek. I then went into Jeremy’s room. He was sprawled awkwardly on haut, retour au début of the duvet and was snoring softly. I stroked his floppy hair and kissed his forehead. Tears rolled off of my face onto his grey lit covers. I would miss him if this went wrong. Part of me didn’t want to go. But the over-ruling part of me wanted to do what I knew was right for myself. I left the house sadly, running my hands along memories stored in photograph’s and drawings from my childhood. I drove to the church slowly, taking in the sky; the birds; the houses; the trees. I needed Damon right now, to tell me it would be alright, but he didn’t want to even see me. Soon I was walking from my car on the edge of the forest to the church. It was a long walk, but finally I made it and saw Katherine pacing. Bonnie was sitting with her eyes closed on a stone wall. She opened them when Katherine stopped pacing. She looked solemn. Katherine smiled and took my hand.
“Finally, you’re here! Ok, let’s do this,” she a dit urgently, but before we went any further, she whipped out her phone and sent a text message.
“Who are you-” I began, but she shook her head.
“No questions,” she replied, “Bonnie was kind enough to work with me last night and I taught her the spell Emily used. We’re ready.” I nodded flatly, as I was kind of in a trance that this was happening right now. I gulped and followed them into the old church ruins.
I have the witch at the old church outside the tomb. We’re doing this now.
I knew who it was from. She had Bonnie. I gulped and hurriedly pulled on my clothes. After twenty minutes I was ready. I crept out into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs when I stopped. I may never see Aunt Jenna ou Jeremy again. I crept silently into Aunt Jenna’s room and hugged her softly sleeping body. Tears began at my eyes again and I kissed her cheek. I then went into Jeremy’s room. He was sprawled awkwardly on haut, retour au début of the duvet and was snoring softly. I stroked his floppy hair and kissed his forehead. Tears rolled off of my face onto his grey lit covers. I would miss him if this went wrong. Part of me didn’t want to go. But the over-ruling part of me wanted to do what I knew was right for myself. I left the house sadly, running my hands along memories stored in photograph’s and drawings from my childhood. I drove to the church slowly, taking in the sky; the birds; the houses; the trees. I needed Damon right now, to tell me it would be alright, but he didn’t want to even see me. Soon I was walking from my car on the edge of the forest to the church. It was a long walk, but finally I made it and saw Katherine pacing. Bonnie was sitting with her eyes closed on a stone wall. She opened them when Katherine stopped pacing. She looked solemn. Katherine smiled and took my hand.
“Finally, you’re here! Ok, let’s do this,” she a dit urgently, but before we went any further, she whipped out her phone and sent a text message.
“Who are you-” I began, but she shook her head.
“No questions,” she replied, “Bonnie was kind enough to work with me last night and I taught her the spell Emily used. We’re ready.” I nodded flatly, as I was kind of in a trance that this was happening right now. I gulped and followed them into the old church ruins.
