- Dark and lonely I need someone to hold me. -

*

Its depressing watching from the sidelines of your own funeral, I just stood in the trees watching my twin sister fall to her knees, tears falling. My mother cradles her gently in case she shatters, she already lost one daughter, she couldn't lose another.

My father held his lovers hand as he blinked away his tears, my friends saddened that they don't get to see my smile any more. My boyfriend emotionless as he stared at my grave, a white rose twirled in his fingers.

I sighed, that was to painful to watch, but now is my anniversary and the pain is even worse I could just go out there and yell BOO !
I'm not dead just one massive prank.
But that would of been easier to pull off a year ago today when I actually did die.

I don't know why I came to visit my burial site, I wanted to leave and forget it, forget them. But I couldn't, I couldn't do that to Caroline, she's my twin. She's just like me now.

I watched them leave the cemetery, probably going to the Grill for a drink in my honor. I walked out the trees and towards my grave, looking at the neatly placed red and pink roses, then the lone white rose placed onto of my head stone.

Roses, my favourite flower. I always had roses somewhere on me. I had rose perfume, rose bracelets actual roses. I loved them, so much my dad actually started to call me Rose.

I brushed my hands over the flowers, the softness tickles my skin, a sigh escaping my lips. It peaceful till I saw something that caught my peripheral, I turned my head to find someone I wasn't ready to see.

" Clara ? " Her voice cracked, tears in here eyes.

" Hey Bon."

*

" How are you... ?"

" Alive, I'm not." I answered as we walked through the woods together.

" Your one of them."

" I'm guessing your referring to the Salvatore boys." The Bennett girl nods. " Yes Bon, I am like them."

" How ?"

" I don't want to... I just mean I don't like to talk about."

" Why ?"

" Why what ? Why I don't want to talk about it ?" I question her as we come up to fells church.

" No, why come back now ?"

" Bon I never left." I answer placing my hand on her shoulder, she spaces out for a minute. " Witchy mojo ?"

" Yeah. How did you.."

" Know ? " She nods " Bon I'm Clara Forbes, I know every thing. " I tell her giggling, Bonnie laughs along with me, more tears falling.

" Bon why are you crying ?" I questioned pulling her into a hug.

" Your real. Your here. Its like you never left."

" Oh Bon."

" You need to tell Caroline. And your mom but especially Caroline, she hasn't been the same since you know." Bon says referring to my death.

" I know. She is just like me." I sigh pulling away " I can't tell her not yet."

" Clara.."

" I know, don't give me that look. I'll tell her. Soon. "

*

Gabriella Wilde is Clara Forbes.

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