Bridgette sat in a small room wearing a hospital gown sitting by a gated/fenced in window making a craft.
Behind her was a big pile of envelopes toys and other things she has received in the mail.
Everyday I get letters. I think I get more letters than Santa clause, zac efron and dr.Phil combined. I'm kind of the shit.
She heard the footsteps and a small knock on the door frame. "Break time just started." A man told her.
" gracias fernado." She said not even turning to face him.
He walked away and she took off her hospital gown and put on her orange sweat pants and a orange t-shirt.
Sometimes the letters are from people who say they are praying for me. They tell me everything will be okay if I accept Jesus Christ into my heart
I say the words but nothing ever happens. Nobody comes back. Nobody gets off the cross.
She thought looking at a picture of a smiling teenage boy with blue eyes that was wearing a cowboy hat.
She looked away putting on her fuzzy bunny slippers and walked out her doorless room and headed out into the court yard.
People with the same clothes but with different shoes. Some were either standing by the walls by theirselves or talking to each other.
Some where even playing badminton.
Welcome to the mental Olympics. They're big on recreation here. Supposedly it helps us center out aggression.
Bridgette walked towards the a tetherball pole with a dangling dirty yellow ball hanging from it.
She punched the ball as hard as she can and the ball flew off.
Some of the other people around her sent her concerned looks and some backed away.
After break time was over she walked passed the crowded lunch tables
Personally I think they are trying to wear us out. Keep us sluggish. So there won't be a uprising. Well those jv tactics won't work against me. I'm a kicker. K.I.C.K.E.R. It even says so on my chart.
The blonde sat with her tray by the gated and fenced window and stared out of it.
A woman approached her with a clipboard and a doctor coat on.
"Just one toast'ems huh?" The lady asked Bridgette.
Bridgette looked over and gave her a blank yet intimidating look. "I like toast'ems." She said slowly.
"Mm well that's good. But I doubt they can provide you efficient energy during the day. I recommend more-" she got cut off by Bridgette kicking the woman's face making her fly back on to the lunch table. She slid off and fell off the table onto the floor. Unfortunately knocking over another patient that was sitting at the table.
The other female patients in the lunch room stared in amusement, fear and astonishment.
Bridgette stormed to where the lady was laying on the ground staring at the teenage girl in fear.
"I recommend you shut the fuck up." She spat out harshly at the doctor before spitting on her.
A man grabbed her from behind and she wiggled violently out of his grasp and pushed him to the window she was previously sitting at. Another guy tried to grab her but he ended up getting kicked in the balls.
The women who got kicked spat out blood and a tooth out her mouth and she held her bloody nose.
The guy who was previously pushed bear hugged Bridgette from behind and was carried to a empty dark room with a window over 20 feet up on the wall.
They threw her in there before quickly closing the door. She screamed at the closed door before panting heavily.
I wasn't always this cracked. I used to be normal. Well as normal as any girl that was under the influence of teenage hormones.
Hours went by and she sat in the same place. Soon the light that filled the room from the window disappeared. The only light was the limited moonlight.
But after the killings began I started to feel. I don't know. Loose around the edges or something.
A song began playing from the speakers.
She listens for a second before looking at the speaker in agony before covering her ears. She glared at the speaker.
God. I hate this fucking song.
She leaned over to where she was laying on her side.
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This is where it all went down. Devils kettle sounds twisted I know. But the place is just named after a water fall. Technically it's not a normal waterfall. It goes in the hole and it doesn't come out.
The scientist guys drops orange balls and other object things down there all the time but nothing ever surfaces.
Maybe it's another dimension. Or you know...just really deep.
Bridgette walked to a two story house wearing all black clothing. It was a huge yard with healthy grass, Horses and trees.
Bridgette quietly went to the window and angrily stared in the window.
A raven haired teen laid in bed playing with her long hair. Going back and fourth from playing with it on her hands and putting a couple strands of hair in her mouth.
Her lips were chapped and her skin was dry with faint pimple scars. She was watching a 90s workout video while writing in a book.
Heather didn't always look this rough.
Just two months ago me, Heather and my boyfriend Geoff were completely normal people. We were in year book pictures. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Heather and the flag team were performing in the gym. The popular girl in the spotlight. While her boyfriend were towards the back of the gym playing the drums with the band kids.
There's Heather. Only back then we were tight. People found it hard that a babe like Heather associated with a dork like me. Sandbox love never dies.
Bridgette sat in the bleachers and waved at Heather with a big smile on her face. Heather smiled widely and waved back.
"You totally must be gay." A girl said behind her.
Bridgette turned around to see sierra looking at her with a judgmental look.
Bridgette looked at her confused "heathers my best friend."
Sierra just mocked the way she said hi to Heather just now.
Bridgette rolled her eyes and continued watching Heather and her boyfriend Geoff's performance.
After the performance Bridgette was in her locker getting her things she needed for her class.
Heather walked to her best friend and stood by her locker.
"Hey Bridge." Heather said leaning on the locker. She scanned the hot guys from the football team that were walking by.
"What's up heath" Bridgette said taking out a history book out her locker.
"You and me are going out tonight." She said playing with her necklace.
"Why?" Bridgette asked.
"Because Low shoulder are playing at Melody Lane." She said before standing up straight to look in the mirror. "This mini rock band from the city. I saw them on the MySpace page and the lead singer is extra salty."
"Plus there will be lost souls that'll be there for you." Heather added
Heather looked from the mirror and saw her best friend just staring at her with a blank face "come on bridge."
"I promised Geoff that I would hang out with him tonight."
Heather just rolled her eyes. "Boo cross out Bridgette." She said making the letter 'x' motion with her hand before staring at her squinting her eyes.
Bridgette sighed caving in "what time is the show."
"I'll pick you up at 8:30. My mom has a date with that guy on AM street." Heather said.
"Hmm that guy is really nice." Bridgette acknowledged thinking about the friendly guy her best friends mom was going on a date with.
The bell rang signaling them to get to their classes.
Heather bit her lip "wear something Cute okay?" She said walking off down the hallway.
"Okay." Bridgette called out
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Bridgette stood in-front of the mirror trying on different clothes.
Wear something cute was very specific in heathers speak. It meant I couldn't look like a total zero but I couldn't upstage her either. I could expose my stomach but never my cleavage . Tits were Heather's trademark.
Bridgette put on a long sleeved shirt then put a purple spaghetti strapped shirt over it with denim washed low cut jeans.
"Those jeans are hella low I can almost see your front butt."Geoff sighed watching his girlfriend carefully look over her outfit.
"It's a rock show and this is my rock look." Bridgette said turning to face him proud of her outfit.
"Well I can like see your front womb so..." he trailed off sighing.
Bridgette smiled at her boyfriend's protectiveness before facing the mirror again to put a belt on.
"I've never even heard of Low shoulder. Which one is Heather stalking?" Geoff said playing with one of Bridgette's pillow on the bed.
"The lead singer. Girls like her don't go after drummers." Bridgette said putting the belt through the belt loop of her jeans.
Geoff chuckled faux hurt "thanks a lot."
"No offense. She'd probably make an exception if you were like a drummer who was also the lead singer." She said turning around again to face him.
"Like phill collins."
"Who's phill Colins?" Bridgette asked.
Geoff opened his mouth to explain then closed it. "Forget it. He's super old but whatever."
Bridgette shrugged "Well Heather says the lead singer is extra salty." She said folding her arms.
Geoff looked Bridgette confused "salty?"
She smiled at him before walking towards him "salty means beautiful."
He looked up at his blonde girlfriend with a smile " well then you must be soy sauce babe."
Bridgette smiled widely before bending to kiss him. He kissed back and they both made out with eachother.
After a little while Geoff started unbuckling his belt when she pulled away "Heather's here."
Once again he looked at her confused "how do you know?"
"Bridgette quit playing with yourself and get down here!" They both heard Heather call out.
Geoff just sighed "that's fucking weird."
"Alright let me hurry before she gets annoyed." Bridgette said getting off her bed and grabbing a jacket to put on.
"You know you always do everything Heather tells you to do."
Bridgette sighed "no I don't. I just like the same things she likes. We have stuff in common. That's why we're this." She said grabbing her necklace that was around her neck and showed him the heart that said 'BFF' engraved on it.
Geoff got up from the bed fixing his belt "you two don't have anything in common."
She just rolled her eyes and smiled in reply "yeah okay Geoff." She said opening her door going down stairs with Geoff following close behind her.
Heather stood by the bottom of the stair case waiting for her best friend.
She saw her best friend come down stairs and she smirked "guess who's got the whip until 11:30 tonight? A 2003 Chrysler Sebring and it's all mine." Heather said dangling the Keys.
She then noticed Bridgette's boyfriend "oh hi Geoff. It smells like Thai food in here. Have you two been fucking?" Heather said with a sarcastic smile.
Bridgette looked shocked at what Heather said and laughed "your gross!" She exclaimed playfully hitting Heather's shoulder.
"Your gross!" Heather laughed playfully hitting her back.
"your so gross!" Bridgette laughed playfully pushing her with one hand.
"Fuck you!" Heather laughed and pushed her with two hands roughly pushing her against the door nearly knocking the wind out of her.
"Okay let's go to the club" Heather said then opening the door as Bridgette moved out the way.
Melody lane is not a club. It's a bar. In fact it's a bingo hall with tabs." Geoff said walking outside with Bridgette and Heather.
"Eat my ass Geoff. Your just jello cause you're not invited." She said walking down the stairs.
"I'm not jello, that place is disgusting. Everyone there has like a mustache."
"You're totally jello. Your lime green jello and you can't even admit it to yourself." Heather said walking to the drivers side of the car.
Bridgette got in the passenger seat after Heather got in.
Geoff sighed "stop kidnapping my girlfriend."
Heather stuck a middle finger out the window and called him a bitch before driving off.
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A/N: Happy late Halloween! So as you can see if you seen the movie I'm going by the movie as closely as I can. I'm literally pausing it over and over so I can get the words right lmao.
And if you guys like this let me know but it's happening exactly like the movie.
Now this is going to be a rated m story.
Updates will be slow cause I want to finish temptations. I have like 5 chapters of the book left. Plus I started working on my Gwent story. But if you guys like this I'll try to update it frequently.