Disclaimer: I do not own the movie The Lost Boys, its characters, plot, etc. I do own my OC(s) anything original and a few things I'm taking from my other story since this is a remake of that.

"Dry Your Eyes Little Sister and Say Goodbye to the Light" Is essentially a remake of "Cry Little Sister and Say Hello to the Night" with some of the same things, kind of the same concept but not. You'll see. Also this is in third person where as the other story is in first person. (That story is still up if you want to read it but I recommend NOT reading it.

Sum: Bridgette and her parents are on their way to Santa Carla, to move in with Grandpa and Lucy, when they get into a car accident. Bridgette finds herself waking up alone in a hospital several days later where the doctor diagnoses her with amnesia. Bridgette catches the eyes of the Lost Boys much to Michael's disappointment. Will she get her memory back or will she start a new life in the night? Very weird summery I know. This is a remake of Cry Little Sister and Say Hello to the Night with just the title backwards cause I thought it sounded neat.


Bridgette stood in her drive way and looked at her soon to be old home. She and her parents were moving that day, to Santa Carla in California. Her father's job got him transferred from their hometown in Austin, Texas.

"Bridgette! Can you come help me with these boxes?" Bridgette's mother called. Bridgette sighed and turned away before walking over to her mom who was struggling with a bunch of boxes stacked on each other. Bridgette took off the top three boxes. "Oh thanks honey." She flashed her a smile before walking past her to the van. Bridgette let out another sigh and followed behind her. "Look I know you're against moving but it's for your father's job. Plus this house is so old I think it may fall apart. We had it built four years before you were born you know." She said putting the boxes down in the back of the van.

"22 years isn't that long." Bridgette said putting the boxes down on top of the ones she put down.

"For that house it is." Her mother said looking back at the house. It was a simple two story green house with a garage on the side. The floor boards creaked and some of the doors didn't shut right anymore. The wallpaper was peeling and the rugs were all worn. Even though it was an old house it was still Bridgette's home and she hated to leave it.


"It's not so bad moving." Bridgette rolled her eyes at her mother who was driving the van down the highway. Bridgette sunk back into the back seat and turned her head to look out the window.

"Come on sweetie, it's not that bad." Her dad said looking back at her.

"Moving away from all my friends, my life? Nah, that's not that big deal." Bridgette said before putting on her headphones and crossing her arms. She closed her eyes as she let her music drowned out the world.


About two days and three hours later, Bridgette had fallen asleep around six. She opened her eyes. And the night sky greeted her as I looked out the window. The only light was from the full moon and the highway street lamps. She looked forward to see her dad was driving and her mom was asleep in the passenger's seat. Bridgette closed her eyes again, just as her mind was about to drift off back to sleep she heard a loud horn from a six-wheeler. Bridgette snapped her head up to see her dad's head slumped and a bright light heading straight for them.

"Dad!"


The first thing to come back was Bridgette's hearing. The steady beeping of a heart monitor faded in. She breathed in the familiar sanitary scent of a hospital and opened her eyes. She squinted in the bright light of the hospital room, turning her head to look around.

"You're awake." Bridgette looked over to see a doctor holding a clipboard looking surprised. "To tell you the truth I didn't think you were ever going to wake up."

"Was I in a coma? What year is it?" I asked sitting up some.

"Don't worry, you weren't in a coma. It's still 1987. You were only out for a couple of days."

"What happened?" The doctor suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"You were in a car crash. A truck hit you car dead on. I'm sorry to tell you this but... Your parents are dead." Bridgette stared at him. "They died instantly on impact. You hit your head pretty badly." He paused waiting for Bridgette to say something but she remained silent. "Now I understand it may be a lot to take in. But you're going to be sent to live with your grandfather and your aunt." Bridgette looked at him in confusion. "We found in your wallet an emergency contact card in case your parents couldn't be reached. Your grandfather informed us that you were going to live with him and your aunt." Bridgette swallowed, her mouth was dry.

"I-I…" She blinked several times. "Where am I?" She asked. She looked at the doctor and quickly added, "Which hospital, I mean… and which state?"

"Don't worry you're in Santa Carla." The doctor said. Bridgette nodded. "Now, I'm supposed to check how your injury is, you were unconscious when the ambulance got to the scene. Do you remember what month it is?"

"February." Bridgette said but felt uncertain.

"What year were you born?"

"Uhh… nineteen…sixty…nine." Bridgette said before looking at the doctor, he was looking down at a clip board with a frown but nodded.

"Do you remember your name?"

"Of course I do it's Bridgette."

"Bridgette, what?"

"Williams."

"What was your mother's name?"

"Elaine and my father's is… was John."

"Who's the current president?"

"Regan."

"What city were you born?"

"Austin, Texas."

"What do you remember before the accident?"

"Um…lights."

"Is that it?"

"And uh… a loud horn." Bridgette said looking down. "That's it." The doctor nodded.

"Bridgette, it's July. Your mother's name was Ella and your father's name was James. Bridgette you do have amnesia." She stared at him. "Don't worry though I'm sure it's just a mild case and your memory will return with time." Bridgette swallowed hard. "We'll call your grandfather and he'll be able to pick you up tomorrow. We'd like you to stay over-night." Bridgette nodded. "Alright. Get some rest." The doctor put the clip board in a slot at the end of the bed before leaving the room, turning off the lights as he went.

Bridgette stared up at the ceiling of the room. Her parents were dead. She'd forgotten their names. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to remember why she and her parents were moving. The doctor told her they were going to her grandpa's place to live with him and her aunt. She tried to remember either of them but couldn't get as much as a face. She sighed and rolled over before trying to fall asleep.


The next morning the doctor knocked on the door before coming in.

"Bridgette, how are you feeling?" He asked. Bridgette sat up but didn't look at him.

"Fine." She said.

"Your grandfather is here to pick you up." He walked over with a bag. "Your luggage is already in his car, here's a change of clothes. Don't worry, I had one of the female nurses pick everything out." He added with a chuckle as Bridgette took the bag silently and nodded.

After changing into a t-shirt and someblack jeans Bridgette pulled on her sneakers and left the room. A nurse walked her down to the exit. As soon as they stepped outside Bridgette heard a loud horn with a weird tune.

"There he is; he already signed you out." The nurse said before walking back inside. Bridgette walked over to the car. There was already some of her luggage bags in the back; they looked a little torn up but still usable.

"You're my grandpa?" Bridgette asked.

"Don't look too surprised. They told me you have amnesia, it'll come to you." Bridgette got in the car and they drove to his house.


It was a bumpy ride but they got there soon enough. Bridgette looked at the house with a frown. It was smaller than her old house… or was it? Bridgette frowned more and shook her head slightly.

"You're room is upstairs, pick whichever one you want. When Lucy and the boys get here the boys will share a room." Her grandpa said as he walked past her holding her bags.

"The boys?" Bridgette asked as she followed him inside.

"Sam and Michael. You'll remember them when you see 'em." He said dropping the bags off at the bottom of the stairs.

Bridgette took her luggage upstairs and walked into one of the bedrooms. It was rather big, she checked the size of the other room and found that it was smaller. She'd take that room and let 'the boys' have the bigger room. She put her bags at the end of the bed before sitting down. She glanced at a clock on the wall.


Bridgette trotted down the stairs, now wearing a long black skirt and a baggy top.

"Grandpa?" She called.

"What?" He called back from his Taxidermy room.

"Is it alright if I go down to the board walk?" She asked walking over.

"You planning on walking?"

"Don't you have a car? I'll be real careful with it."

"Rather have you walk; it's not that far."

"Fine, I'll walk." Bridgette said. She grabbed her shoes and shook her head, muttering. "Not that far? Has he looked outside?" She left the house and started walking. Maybe a night out would help clear her head and maybe bring back some memories.


So I'm going to go back and edit this but I wanted to get it out there.