Bonnie paced over the tan carpet of her living room, she was bare footed so she concentrated watching the veins of her feet as they bulged a little with each step. She had opened the sliding glass door to let a little night air in but this turned out to be a little hassle as it made the curtains and couch fabric flutter about every now and again. The moment would start up, she'd jump and turn on it as if it were an intruder, realize there was no harm and go back to pacing until something moved again. Finally she gave up hope with the pacing and started making up cocoa, then tacos...anything to stop her wandering eyes from going back to that offensive letter that sat on her kitchen counter.<br/><br/>She was just mixing the taco meat when something tugged at the edge of her pajama pants. She turned quickly, spoon at the ready, until she realized the culprit was not at eye level but ankle level. Star was playing with the flowing hems of the dark blue material. "Star", Bonnie warned, which instantly made the cat stop. Star could always tell when Bonnie was not in the mood to play, this is what made Bonnie love her, she got her. Bonnie used to not be an animal person, she figured she could hardly look after herself during her dark times, why would she want to burden another living being with her problems? Then Charlie, her best friend, started working at the animal shelter. Next thing Bonnie knew she was getting roped into adopting the sibling cat to Charlie's. It was odd though, the moment Bonnie laid eyes on Star she instantly felt a connection to the little puss.<br/><br/>She bent down and stroke Star, before standing back up to turn the stove off. Charlie would be there any moment....any moment....any moment....Bonnie was always the impatient type. She proceeded to pace once more until the night air became too cold for her bare arms. She stormed into her room and tossed open the closet, seeking her favorite gray sweater. She knew she left it somewhere in there...where oh where. Her closet was not up to par, as her father would put it. Finally she found it on her closet floor and yanked it up into her arms, thats when she saw it....her brother's old baseball cap. Bonnie stared at it for a moment, the icy feeling in her stomach starting up again. That cap, his favorite cap. Her mother had brought it over to her three weeks ago. Her parents had been cleaning out the attic and found some of his old things. They knew how much that cap meant to him. Laying there on the floor, it reminded Bonnie  of that horrible night again...<br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Bonnie raced forward blindly through the forest. The darkness swallowed everything that was more then a foot away from her. "Daniel!" she screamed out in fear, her breath coming out in huge puffs. The soaked grass was seeping through her sneakers, making Bonnie's feet turn to ice. She hadn't grabbed a jacket on her way out the door, now, shivering she wished she had. "Daniel!" She kept running, swearing that she was hearing the screaming from this direction, then from that direction, then from this direction again. With a shaking jaw she tried to scream his name again. Then she saw the hat...his hat. It was laying there in the mud. She bent down and grabbed at it in confusion, Daniel loved this hat, he'd never leave it behind. Clenching it in her little fists she looked up, hoping to see her brother standing there but what she saw was far worse. It was hunched over a body, a dark shadow that had an odd shape. Bonnie watched it, frozen, as a slurping sound reached her ears. What ever the shadow was doing to the girl at its feet, Bonnie knew that she was witnessing something monstrous. She gasped out in surprise, which made the creature turn to face her. Its red eyes looked right through her...then it lunged.<br/><br/>The police would find Bonnie in the morning, laying practically frozen to death just on the edge of Ebony Wood. The baseball cap still clenched in her fist. All and all she was mostly just bruised, nothing too serious, except for a strange shaped bite mark on her left hip. The papers would say it was wolves, after all the town could come up with no better explanation. Bonnie would be known as the lucky girl, and as for the other children involved in the 'Ebony Wood massacre', none else survived. Their's would be names sitting on a stone wall in the school library.</span><br/><br/><br/>Tears began to stream down Bonnie's face, tears she hadn't shed in seven years. She hated Ebony Wood, she hated everything about it and now someone was trying to invite her back into it...<br/><br/>There was a knock on her front door, Bonnie knew it was Charlie. She wiped at her eyes and yanked on the sweater, then stuck her chin up the way she always did when she was trying to hide her feelings. Walking back down the hall with a purpose, Bonnie pulled open her front door, "Hey sexy, come on it."<br/><br/>She waited till Charlie was inside before latching the door again. The sound of her neighbors music played faintly in the background, as Bonnie set the food on the living room coffee table. She never bothered to buy a real table, it always drove her father nuts when he came over and saw the coffee table. This thought made her smirk ever so faintly as she wrapped up a soft taco and took a bite. She knew Charlie would want to know why she was being summoned here in the middle of the night, but like the great friend she was, she wouldn't pry until Bonnie was ready...would she ever be ready?<br/><br/>"How was work today Charlie?"