A Change in Brooklyn Chapter 12: Turmoil, a newsies fanfic

Chapter Twelve: Turmoil

Brigid did think. She thought and rethought, pondered and reflected on, sorted through and scrutinized the million things racing through her head. Though her mind was not scattered, her feet certainly were as she wandered here and there with no sense of direction whatsoever. Time seemed irrelevant.

She'd done plenty wrong herself; he was not the only one to blame, that was for sure. She knew she was all the things Spot had said, except maybe boring. But she wasn't about to go and change her ways because one person didn't like them. However, she knew she could change her wrongdoings; why did she always get so angry? It was definitely a fault. Before she worked on that, she had to make up with Spot and fix all the problems she'd caused. Oh, but how she hated him! She was not going to go crawling on her belly to him this soon. She wanted him to suffer, to wallow in agony. With a groan, she realized that she was the one who was suffering.

Brigid's eyelids grew droopy, but she forced herself to stay awake. Glancing around, she noticed that it was totally dark and she'd strayed into Central Park. She found a bench somewhere in a lonely corner and sat down with a frustrated sigh. Mudpie hopped onto her lap and Brigid talked to her puppy. "Looks like we's all alone agin, huh?" After a while, she couldn't help herself and she fell asleep.