"Courtney! Courtney, get up!" Courtney heard. The rattling of chains rung like bells in her ears. A blonde woman stood in front of her, shaking her shoulders violently.
"Bridgette?" Courtney yawned.
"That's Bridgette MARLEY to you, genius." the blonde corrected."Seven years, Court. You barely missed me. Anyways, I wasn't quite notified, but APPARENTLY I've got to give you some stupid lecture about not to let greed get to your head and yadda yadda."
"Bridgette, you're not making any sense."
The blonde sighed. "I KNOW. I thought that maybe being strict with you would help me be able to say it. But it's not any easier. Court, you've seriously gotta gain control of yourself. You can't let greed get in your way. See my chains?" Bridgette demonstrated the rattling and picked up some of her imprisoning artifacts.
Courtney nodded, sarcastically.
"I've only got them because I did it myself. I was too greedy and selfish and I paid the price, Court. And also, these things are not exactly mattress-soft comfortable." A small tear escaped Bridgette's green eye as she attempted to hover above the ground but was dragged right back down. A large ball on the end of one of her chains fell on her foot.
"OW!" she screamed. Her foot disappeared and reappeared out in front of her.
"Are you okay?" Courtney asked, suddenly concerned.
"No, I'm NOT. I will NEVER be okay, Courtney. Every time I even try to move on, to move forward to the next life, I'm held back, imprisoned in my own personal little portable jail cell. I don't want you to end up like I did."
"Bridgette, I'm not going to end up as some chained ghost thing."
"You know what, I don't know why I even bother." Bridgette said, rolling her eyes. "Look out for Past, Present and Future."
"The what?" Courtney questioned. But Bridgette had gone.