Hey you guys, its rozez-and-angelz if you didn't know who was writing this….I've had this for a year or two just laying around, and I'm sorry its really short but I didn't want to reveal to much in the first chapter….(dramatic music cue)
Is it worth a new life to remain with your family?
Chapter 1
Bridgette POV
(Flashback)
"Seriously?" I asked my friend Christine. She was telling me all about the African slaves. We were walking home together as it was a Friday, and she was moving. My parents left when I was about five and never came back. I couldn't cry in front of her for crying isn't my style, no matter what happened. We said goodbye and hugged. When I got home about ten minutes later, I opened the door and saw someone there waiting for me. I didn't know who she was, she had short spiky black hair, if anything, and she looked like my older sister who died so many years ago. It was after my parents left and she was going out with her boyfriend, Jason, and was hit by an on-coming car. Everyone called her by her middle name. I was the only one who called her by her first name. But ever since that accident, I've never said that name. I heard the front door open, and saw a bit of flannel, and then I blacked out. I wasn't sure at the time whether minutes, days, or years passed while I was in darkness. I was scared, simple as that. I woke up with a bright yellow light shining on me. I paused for a split second then screamed in pain with a burning sense in my throat. It seemed like a fire was spreading in my throat, slowly, but painfully. I saw a girl, but I didn't recognize her at the time. I believe she was talking to me, but didn't comprehend at the time. She then led me to the woods and I bit her twice. She then let me loose and I ran into the forest, I sucked the blood from a lion I found and I know it sounds bad, but it tasted decently well. I was running forward and then noticed pink fabric that was trailing around my feet. I then stopped and looked at what I was wearing…it was different shades of pink all sewed together making a skin tight dress with black heels. Ugh, how I hated heels then. I looked around and followed some scents that led to a big white house; mansion is how I would have described it then. I saw the one girl again and she was walking toward me without any sudden movements. I walked over to her and we then met halfway.
"Mary?" I asked.