OMG guys, I made a post on Tumblr and Kat herself liked it. I'm still not over it. Ugh I love her so much. :D I decided to split this up into two parts. I wanted Bonnie's perspective on the abuse. Part two will better relate to the word 'scissors.' Enjoy part one for now! (:

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Scissors

It hadn't been an easy task getting Bonnie to open up to him; in fact it took a week, three scorched pair of pants, and four flat tires before he could persuaded her to spend a day with him. She was surprised at his persistence and a little suspicious of his motives.

"No hidden agenda Bonnie, I swear it. Give me one day."

She knew she needed a nice day out; the only problem is that she hadn't expected it to be the regular pain in the ass going with her. But if she was honest with herself, anyone would do as long as she didn't have to be alone.

Daniel, the sandy-haired, brown-eyed boy who once meant the world to her. It was typical start to their relationship. He was the center for the basketball team, sickeningly handsome and the kindest soul. He was exactly what she needed at the time. Everything had been going to hell with Klaus attempting to finish the sacrifice by killing Elena. So when Daniel had asked her out on an official date, she couldn't say no. bonnie hadn't actually planned for their date to lead to anything more, but after the first date, then the second and third she couldn't help but start crushing on the guy. He was so pleasant to be around, he had one hell of a sense of humor, and he always managed to make her feel the semi-normalizes she couldn't find with anyone else. When he eventually asked her to be his girlfriend she didn't think twice about saying yes. To her, her was the light at the end of the tunnel she needed at the time.

Sadly, what was thought to be light was soon revealed to be a mighty darkness that Bonnie wasn't sure she'd ever escape.

The first time it happened, she had been talking to Jeremy and planning to come over to visit with Elena and him. To her, it was harmless, friendly talk and nothing more. To Daniel, it was his girlfriend getting too close to the Gilbert jerk he despised so much. She had no idea the angry thoughts that had been running through his mind all day after they had met after school. She remembers arguing about him wanting her to stay away from other guys while she insisted they were nothing more than friends. So many ugly words were spewed from his side, along the lines of 'slut' and 'bitch,' all resulting in a slap to his face from the pissed off Bennett. Before Bonnie knew it, she felt the stinging slap across her face sending her to the ground. Never had she felt such pain-not even when doing her spells. She had been so shocked that she jumped away and ran, ignoring Daniel's constant apologies.

The second time it happened had been two weeks and a endless amount of apologies later. He had begged and pleaded, literally on his needs, for her to forgive him. He swore on everything that he'd never do it again. After a lot of reluctance, she agreed hoping it wouldn't happen again. But there she was a couple of weeks later icing the cuts and bruises on her back. She was angry at herself for believing him and allowing him to put his hands on her again. Once more, he had begged forgiveness only to be met with hostility and a break up. She couldn't let something like it happen anymore; she wasn't fragile, far from it. So she'd put her foot down, told him to stay away or he'd regret it. The threatening undertone had clearly worked because he hadn't bothered her since.

Yet, she still found herself afraid to leave the house. Not fear of encountering Daniel; she actually hadn't seen him at school for a few days. But fear of someone possibly seeing the wounds that hadn't healed. She couldn't bare someone feeling sorry for her; she had too much pride to let that happen. Her thoughts were conflicted because of her want to both stay in solitude and be social. Bonnie just didn't know what to do; her friends had been inviting her places, but she always unhappily declined. They hadn't questioned her distance at all-too wrapped up in their own drama-filled lives. She was thankful for that, but also troubled by it. Secretly she wanted someone, anyone to be there, to keep the loneliness from consuming her.

Damon showing up at her door, asking for her to spend the day out with him had made her regret hoping for just anyone to break her solitude. He had tried and tried for a week, swearing an oath that he wasn't trying anything. Adamant with her decision, fro the third time that week, she went to close the door in his face when his words made her freeze.

"I know what that dick's been doing..."

Stunned, tears she thought were long gone had streamed down her face as she saw the sincerity of his his words and on his face. Noticing that she couldn't speak at the moment he continued.

"Let me make it better, Bonnie. I know I'm a bastard most of the time, said some shitty things, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I do, really. I know you think no one's notices the bruises and the pain, but I have and think it's about time you start healing. If you say no, I'm just gonna keep trying, so I'd advise you to just give in already." He added a smile to reassure her. It was the first genuine smile the witch had ever seen on the vampire's face; and she found it surprisingly comforting. Comfort was something she hadn't felt in quite a while, and it was somehow relaxing coming from Damon. With a simple nod, sniffle and wipe of tears she closed the door behind her and followed him to the car.

That's how she ended up here in Richmond, in a humongous mall, and a smirking vampire looking at her as if waiting for something. She gave him a questioning look. "What?"

He rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh, "I told you it's time to heal. Healing means change. That's why we're here; to do exactly those things. Time to cut a new pattern for your life, Bonnie. You have a whole mall and rich vampire at you disposal. Lead the way." He put his hands out in front of them, gesturing for her to pick any direction, any store.

'New pattern, huh?... Never thought I'd admit this, but he's right. And I know just where to start.' Bonnie let an actual grin grace her features, unaware of how beautiful she was looking to Damon at the moment. She turned to him, taking notice of something different within his eyes. Choosing to brush it off, the little witch turned her feet and strolled off towards the indoor salon, not looking back to see the Salvatore chuckling and eventually falling in step with her.

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-T