The Gothic girl cried on her bed alone. Today was a day of sorrow. A day of misery. A day to just cry. She's been waiting to learn the date that would involve her going to the funeral home with all the other people she knew to mourn the lose of her best friend. She never judged her. She never called her a freak. She understood her. She cared for her. She was the only one who saw her inner self.
She got up from her bed and looked out the window. She saw the little patters of rain drops hit the glass. She loved the rain, Gwen was reminded of her best friend again and quickly grabbed yet another tissue to soak it through with tears.
Her head spun around with emotions. She was mad at herself for not watching her friend. She was mad her friend for needing to be watched. She was mad at the world. She was mad at fate. She was mad.
Her cell-phone rang. She grabbed it out of her left pocket and checked the caller ID. Bridgette.
"But that's impossible..." she quickly answered anyways. "Hello?" she questioned. She waited for a response, but new nothing would ever come.
How can the dead call you?
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The week of the accident started out a happy one. At 18, Gwen and Bridgette had been saving their tips at the cafe to rake in some money to fly to Florida for the beaches. No boyfriends, Trent and Geoff, just a girl's retreat. They have had this date saved to their calenders since they learned that they had eventually gained enough money.
The day that the two girls would leave the apartment that all of them have lived in, they hugged their boyfriends. They joked the entire time about what was on who's will.
"Hmm. If I die, Bridgy, you can have all my art. I bet someone will buy them." Gwen had told Bridgette.
"Alright, then if I die, you can all my surfboards. They have to be worth something!" Bridgette had joked with Gwen.
If only they would have known.
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When the dynamic duo had departured the plane, they had immediately rented a small car and drove to the hotel room they would share. They couldn't afford an expensive one, but they wouldn't have needed it. They had already planned to spend all of the days they have planned to be at either one of the local beaches, or letting lose at a club.
They had only spent about half of their vacation when they decided to go to the beach again.
"Come on, Gwen! You can catch some sun, I can find something to do. And beside, I heard that the rest of the week will have nothing but rain. So we might as well soak up the sun as much as we can, Bridgette informed Gwen. Of course, she agreed.
The hotel was of walking distance to the beach. They only simply brought a few towels, sun block, and each other. Gwen was laying out the towels that she and her best friend could lay on when they would rest.
"Hey Gwen, I heard that this beach has some slippery and sharp rocks, or something weird like that. Don't think the guards on today, mind watching me? Safety first, right?" the Surfer girl asked her Gothic friend.
"Course, Bridgy! I'll be here. Woah, it kinda feels like a mother-daugher moment! 'You'll make sure I don't get eaten by sharks, right Mommy?'" joked Gwen. That of course brought a smile and giggle Bridgette's face.
Bridgette waved as a sign of her going into the water. Gwen laid back, trying to get a tan to impress the man she loved when they would eventually get back.
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Gwen must have dozed off in the sun, since she woke up to her best friend shouting from the water. Struggling to catch her breath.
"Gwe-! H-lp!" Bridgette screamed from the water. She was having difficulty shouting when massive amounts of water filling her throat.
"I'm coming, Bridge!" Gwen had stood up in a seconds notice to reach her friend. She started to shout for more help and paramedics while she jumped into the warm water.
People have been crowding the sands, some looking to see whats happening. Some trying to help. Some trying to just watch it like a movie.
Gwen paddled out to the location where the drowning friend was located. Bridgette was passing out, her body becoming motionless.
"I've got you, Bridgy," Gwen whispered and cried to Bridgette.
She pushed the body to the shore. She immediately preformed the CPR she had learned in Health Class in school.
She has been preforming the procedure until the paramedics arrived, obviously someone had called claiming a girl was drowning.
The paramedics made a pulse beat in Bridgette's body. She was losing her tanish skin, and her normally smiling and giggling face lay emotionless.
They drove Bridgette and Gwen away to the hospital. More doctors pumped to keep a pulse going while they were in the hallways, searching for an empty room. When they found the one, Gwen was forced to wait outside. Watching her best friend slowly die.
They worked on her for more than half an hour, but the pulse would never raise. Gwen went into the room while the doctors described Bridgette's fate. She was gonna die. She swallowed to much water, and must have hit her head on a rock, causing her some brain trauma. The doctors left so Gwen could say a good-bye to her best friend.
Tears flowed on her face, but she only held out her pinky finger, and wrapped it around Bidgette's pinky.
"Friend's forever," she whispered. Something stupid and childish the two had made up. It started out as a joke, but later the phrase had meant something to the two.
Of course, Bridgette never tightened her grip. Nor said anything to her. But the monitor detecting heart-rate went off. A long depressing beep filled the room.
"Oh god, bye Bridgy. Love you like the sister I never had," Gwen cried, and hugged the motionless body.
Gwen was in shock. Her body and head hurt. But most of all, her heart hurt. I have to tell Trent and Geoff! Oh god... she remembered. She stood up from the bed she sat on, and immediately fell.
She had blacked out.
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"Ms Gwen, hello. Wake up. You passed out," said the doctor that had treated Bridgette.
Bridgette. Her dead friend.
"We can call family to pick you up, we prefer you rather not drive," he said in a tone that made him sound smarter than he really was.
"Kinda can't, live in Canada. Bridge was the only person who can down here with me," replied the Gwen, dizzy, with her heart throbbing. How can this doctor not treat her kind? Her best friend had died only minutes ago.
"Well, might I suggest that you cancel this vacation early? It's not uncommon for people to be in depressed after people they loved had died. And we prefer that you get around loved ones soon," he informed the girl.
"Whatever. Just leave me alone," replied a emotionless Gwen. And she walked out of the hospital doors in tears.
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The day that Gwen had arrived back to Canada, she was depressed. It was a struggle for her to tell her boyfriend and her best friends boyfriend that the girl they all knew and loved was dead four days ago. It was a challenge to even sit on the plane, since she and Bridgette had made such and immature and funny argument on who gets the seat window.
She got off the plane and ran to Trent that was located at the gate entrance. She cried in his arms, and he cried with her. He knew how hard it was for her. She looked around for Geoff, no where to be found.
"Where's Geoff?" she cried Trent.
"He's been busy. He had to go the jewelery store, to return the engagement ring he planned to give Bridgette today. And then he went to the funeral home, to get arrangements. He's depressed, babe, and I don't want to talk to him, since I don't want to say anything wrong, know what I mean?" Trent told Gwen, slowly letting go.
"He was gonna propose!" This made Gwen only want to cry harder. Bridgette was just telling me how she was waiting for him to pop the question. She was so in love with him! Gwen thought.
Gwen felt dizzy again. Her legs lost strength. She blacked out yet again, thinking of her best friend.
I've had this idea in my mind for a long time. And I really must say, I think story really stinks. And I've noticed that my days are getting a little busy, but fun! The Angel and the Green Mohawk is hopefully getting updated either on the 14 or 15. But it may take later, since it's Mid-term week, but also, our last week until Winter Break
And for those that don't like how I characterize Gwen, making her not have so much of a ticked attitude (trust me, I had to deal with someone about something like that before. Let's leave his name out of this, though...) I honestly can't imagine Gwen being too gothic around Bridge, or at least not in the way they're friendship is... was...
And please, please review this story! I have found myself getting a little self-consious of my writting. Reviews make me feel better about myself! So, review :3