Delta Dawn 2: Bridget's Journey
Please Note: Sequel to 'Delta Dawn'. Inspired by 'Meet the Creeper' by Spanglasesh920.
Disclaimer: I down own Fairly Odd Parents
Prologue
A chill wind blew on a Sunday afternoon. Standing was a girl with blonde hair wearing a blue dress with a white ribbon in her hair. White shoes adorned her feet and blue eyes filled with sadness did she use to see. Seeing what was before her, jutting out the earth below her feet.
Bridget stared at the gravestone.
Here Lies
Jonathan
Died at 13 after a tragic fall.
He was loved and will
Be dearly missed.
"Why did you climb that ladder brother?" Bridget asked tearfully, "we all knew it was rickety," she continued, "that the ladder was long cursed and filled with ill, according to Mama."
Tears flowed freely down Bridget's cheeks. It was her eighth birthday and all she could do was sit by her brother's gravestone and cry.
"Bridget," Tiffany said gently walking up.
Bridget looked to see Tiffany Turner. Tiffany's black hair adorned from her head to her waist, half tied back into a yellow cord. The other half allowed to hang down and blow freely. She wore a white and yellow dress. White shoes were on her feet. But her purple eyes had a disapproving and regal chic.
"Mama," Bridget said and hugged her.
"I told you not to mourn," Tiffany said, "your brother's moved onto Yulo," she said kindly, "no need for tears."
"I know but…" Bridget started.
"Your brother had a lot of questions, a lot of curiosity," Tiffany interrupted, "see you avoid his mistake," she said and walked away.
"Yes mother," Bridget whispered, "curiosity leads to disobedience, disobedience leads to insolence, and insolence leads to consciousness, and consciousness leads to death and lifelessness," she quoted remembering the scriptures she read from the Tible.
Four hours went with Bridget kneeling in front of her brother's grave. Her aching knees not preventing her from paying the respect she felt her brother deserved.
Bridget suddenly heard another set of footsteps. She sighed knowing who it was.
"Mama Tiffany wants you to come into the shelter," Trudy Turner said a few steps behind her, "leave brother be," she said.
"His name is Jonathan," Bridget said tearfully,
"Tears are forbidden for the dead," Trudy reminded her.
Bridget glared at Trudy. Trudy Turner was twelve years old and had her brown hair in a ponytail that extended to her ankles. Bridget always saw it as a whip of authority. Always seeming to hit away anything defiant or evil in its eyes. Trudy's purple eyes stared back coldly at Bridget's defiant blues. Her brown dress at her ankles like everyone else with a white sash around the middle. Her brown shoes matching the decayed leaves and steeping on them like she and them were one.
"Mama Tiffany knows all," Trudy continued, "come, don't question."
She didn't know about Jonathan, Bridget thought.
"Doubters lose everything," Trudy said suddenly.
Bridget gasped.
Trudy suddenly smiled.
Bridget's head snapped back, never seeing her sister smile before.
But this wasn't a happy smile. It was a dark smile.
"There's only two of us left," Trudy said smiling, "only one will inherit the works of Mama," she said and walked away.
Bridget quietly followed. Too scared of Trudy's last statement to argue.
(6pm at a Memorial Site)
Mr. McBadbat stood in front of a memorial crying. His song had been missing for years.
Why did you obsess about Timmy still being alive? Mr. McBadbat thought, maybe if you didn't leave to follow that lead years ago, you'd still be here.
Done
This is a sequel to my fic 'Delta Dawn'. You'll have to check it out to understand the identity of Tiffany and Timmy's 'death'. Please read and review.
