Chapter four
Entry 17, Nov,18,2001
"Here I lay In the alley ways, of Some city. I've been on the run for several days,This thing seems to keep finding me! I have almost no clothing,food,And my money is starting to run out. To make matters worse I ,
found out the hard way that the monkshood doesn't work. It only slows down the change. God I wish I had never swapped blood with Ginger,jail would have been better then this!
Its so cold. I really would like a nice pair of gloves, and a warm blanket. Heh, maybe if I'm lucky I'll get a pair of wool gloves for Christmas.
I wounder what Mother has been up to? How has she taken all of this? I hope shes OK its not her fault all this happened, Ginger and I treated her so bad. But yet she helped us. I don't deserve a mother like that.
All I can do is make a mess of things.
I should have ended my life, back at the house and kept our pact.'Out by sixteen, or dead in this scene, but together forever.'
I wounder if any one would have even cared. Or even find my journal with all the lycan information. Would they think We where nuts? Witches,sociopaths, Or just girls with a deep morbid imagination?
What would they do with Gingers wolf like body? I'm guessing study on it. I hope they do so they can maybe prevent this from happing to some one else.
Well I must be off ."
Bridgett Took her journal,Placing it into her bag She zipped up the bag. Stretching her back as she yawn, Bridgett placed the bag under her head, to use it as a pillow.She gently lay ed her head onto the makeshift pillow. Shivering She curled tightly into a ball. Her breath was visible in the cool night air. Wiping her tear stained face with the sleeve of her long tan coat. Her eyes became heavy and sore. As she closed them the last thing she thought of was...Ginger.
to be contuned...