I began to walk down the path when I heard the door behind me. My tears were unstoppable now. I suddenly dropped down to my knees and looked up to the sky. "Mom, if you can hear me, I really need you right now. Please, I beg you. I need comfort right now, and you are the only one who can give it to me. Life is really hard for me right now, and I need guidance. Take me home! I want to come home! Let me come home…" I dropped to the ground in sorrow.
My arm began to hurt in excruciating pain and I screamed. It felt really hot, and it burned me. It was bleeding, more than it should. "Thank you."
"Bridget? Um, I…"
"Shut up and leave me alone! I don't need you! I don't need anyone! I just want to go home, and that's where I'm going. Just give me some time, my arm will clot and my heart won't be able to take it. Let me go, I will be happy that way."
"Please, don't say that."
"What do you care? Oh I'm sorry, do I have too much of an attitude for you? Too bad! This is the last place I want to be, and you're the last one I want to see."
"I'm not going to watch you die."
"Then go inside."
He knelt next to me. I could see tears in his eyes. "I beg you, forgive me. I'm so sorry I did this to you."
"Saying it doesn't matter, it's feeling it that counts." I got up and ran away.
I went back to the place that I used to live. I sat down, and held my arm. The cold did this to it, since it wasn't bandaged. I had a spare one, and I wrapped my arm in it.
I heard my mother's voice. "Honey, go back. He doesn't mean any harm to you, he wants to help. He cares about you; he just has a different way of showing it. You can do it, you can go back."
"But I don't want to, he hates me!"
"No, he really doesn't. He's crying right now, believe me. He has never cried before." The voice faded. I got up and began walking back.
I opened the door to see him sitting on the couch, actually crying. "I can't believe she's gone…" he wanted me to come back.
"Mr. Wonka, my mother told me to come back so I did."
He got up and ran over to me. Once he had almost got himself together, he took me in his arms and said, "I'm so sorry, you don't even know."
"Don't cry, sir. It's going to be fine, I'm coming back. Just act like I never left. I can't stay away from this place; it's been too good to me."