Deep forests of home. "I want to know what's going on and I want to know right know." Pamela Fitzgerald uttered in a motherly tone. Tears dripped slowly down Pamela's cheeks; she stood at the top of a hill just out side of town. She was looking over Ginger's grave. Brigitte huddled in a corner of her and Ginger's room and thought why? Why did she go with Ginger into her descent into the darkness? Because she loved her sister. She was the only one she could turn too. What am I going to do? Brigitte stood up and said "How long will I hide? Why? Why this? I have to leave."
Brigitte woke up. She sat up in the bed of the hotel room and wiped the sleep from her eyes. This is the first time she had slept in months. The dreams message was clear to her. She had to leave and that someday everything that has happened will catch up to her. She had gone place to place with her curse and its terrible rain. First at home with Ginger, were she had infected her self. Then going to hotel from hotel with her addiction to monkshood. The male werewolf chasing her. Finally, the hospital. Ghost. An image of ghost's dead body flooded her head. Brigitte shook her head of the image. Everything would lead to Brigitte.
Brigitte could not shake her self of this horrible felling. She sat there as if she was frozen. 'I should end it all.' The thought of suicide pained her. She gotten this far why should she give up? "You know if you stay like that for to long you're going to get a stiff back." Ginger said gloomily. "It only dies if you do." She sat on the bed next to Brigitte . "Look at what I have caused, with this curse, this misunderstanding." Brigitte sighed. "If you don't like this curse so much then why don't you just end it all know?"
Brigitte woke up. She sat up in the bed of the hotel room and wiped the sleep from her eyes. This is the first time she had slept in months. The dreams message was clear to her. She had to leave and that someday everything that has happened will catch up to her. She had gone place to place with her curse and its terrible rain. First at home with Ginger, were she had infected her self. Then going to hotel from hotel with her addiction to monkshood. The male werewolf chasing her. Finally, the hospital. Ghost. An image of ghost's dead body flooded her head. Brigitte shook her head of the image. Everything would lead to Brigitte.
Brigitte could not shake her self of this horrible felling. She sat there as if she was frozen. 'I should end it all.' The thought of suicide pained her. She gotten this far why should she give up? "You know if you stay like that for to long you're going to get a stiff back." Ginger said gloomily. "It only dies if you do." She sat on the bed next to Brigitte . "Look at what I have caused, with this curse, this misunderstanding." Brigitte sighed. "If you don't like this curse so much then why don't you just end it all know?"