Disclaimer: I own nothing of this awesome movie…sigh…though I wish I owned Sam/Kris Lemche!
This is from Brigette's point of view. It's her thought's and memories for what happens during the first movie and it's mainly Sam/Brigette centric! I hope you enjoy and flames are welcome. I might do one of Sam's thoughts if people want me to.
Broken Memories, Lost Sanity.
I woke up in a cold sweat, shaking. Tyler and Marcus burst into the room, surprising me. I guess I cried out in my sleep. They just gave me a look that screamed, "Wow. What a pathetic junkie. That's all she'll ever be, a pathetic fuckin' junkie." and left the room. I swept my thick hair away from my face with my shaking hand. The nightmares were hell. I keep seeing Ginger dying over and over, staring at me with those accusing eyes. I still remember every detail so clearly…so painfully clear. I can't believe that right now we should still be at the "Breeder's Machine", planning our own deaths, "Searching and Destroying" the mindless lust bunny sluts like Trina Sinclair. She was the first person I saw actually die in front of me. She's another face that always haunts me. Yes, she was a bitch but she didn't deserve to die for being permanently PMSing for life. Ginger sounded like she was so innocent when she said "Uh-oh" after Trina slipped and accidentally killed herself when it was her fault for dragging Trina into the house to begin with.
Ginger was and always will be my best friend. I miss her like crazy everyday. Everyday I blame myself for her death. If I had been stronger and stood up to people like Trina then we wouldn't have left the house to steal her dog. Then Ginger and Trina wouldn't have died and Jason wouldn't be a werewolf right now. When I killed Ginger, well I saw her eyes return to normal. Before they were red with blood lust and hatred. Then when I stabbed her, I saw a ghost of her usual self. They still had so much hate and anger in them…and those emotions and those terrifying eyes were still directed at me.
I wish I could just go back to sleep, and never wake up. I close my eyes and just lay here on the bed…my bed I guess. 'What would Mom and Dad say if they could see you now?' a voice says. I don't recognize this voice. It isn't Ginger's. My eyes snap open as I realized…it's mine. What would they say or think, not that I ever really cared. Hell Mom would just be glad that I started my period and try to give me advice while Dad would look on like we were all crazy like he always does…did, I mean did. I wish I was still little and I could curl up into Mom or Dad's lap and cry while they sat there and held me.
I saw a shadow pass by my door out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up and saw Tyler walk by the door. Probably off to give some girl drugs in return for sex. I wonder what Alice would do if she knew. I let him do it to me once and it was so embarrassing that I had to sink that low. It was just plain humiliating. After he left I swore never again. Plus I could smell the sweetness of his blood running through his veins. The first time I smelled it from him was when he cornered me in the bathroom. I had a really strong urge to just rip him into fucking pieces right there, but I managed to control it until he left. I had that urge again when he was in my room, and I almost did it. But I saw someone's face, one that I've put out of my mind because it was just too painful. Amid the bloody visions of me ripping Tyler's insides out was Sam's face. The first day I woke up here, I tried running but Tyler and Marcus caught up with me when I was trapped due to locked doors. I turned around and I saw a flash of dark hair that was about the same length as his…but it was Marcus, not Sam.
Sam, well, he noticed me. He saw me before Ginger was even bitten. I think I fell in love with him. I grabbed my book and lifted up a part of the flap that I cut open and made into a secret compartment. Inside was his silver earring. After we buried Trina, I went back to the kitchen and got it from when Ginger ripped it from her belly button. I meant to give it back to him, but I never got the chance. Now it's all I have left of Sam besides my memories, which as I said before, are usually too painful. I was so jealous that it was Ginger who got to wear it. It's my fault that he died. I should've never let him help me. Every time I talked with him he looked me in the face really intensely, but I couldn't even look at him for a full minute. I was so nervous around him. It was like I was hyperaware of him. I knew where he was, how his voice sounded, how his body was positioned and how he smelled. Even though I never looked at him when we talked, I had memorized every little detail of him.
He ended up giving his life for mine and Ginger's even though it didn't do a lot of good. I had to kill Ginger and soon…well soon I'll become a werewolf or I'll die. Ginger never approved of him. She just thought that he was a "cherry-hound" like Trina did. That and she probably didn't want anyone else to be important in my life, at least not as important as her. I would go on about how Ginger said this, and Ginger said that, but I've been doing that all my life. She isn't here anymore except the part of my imagination that makes me see her, hear her. She keeps taunting me, reminding me of what we did and what happened to us.
My mind is still running full speed and my body can't keep up. It's been so long since I've been able to sleep, to relax. I can feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. I can only hope that I won't dream. Anymore it's nightmares but when I get the good dreams, it makes reality so much harder to live with.
I promise I'm writing another chapter(this will be a two-shot.) Please let me know what you think and you can give me any ideas. If people like this I'll do one of Sam's thoughts.