"Baxter's fertilizer. And everyone is just standin' around…staring." Bridgette says to her occupied sister.
Ginger looks at the knife in her hands and then to her wrist.
"It shouldn't be very hard to catch that thing in a place full of dead ends." Bridgette Went on.
"Fuck!" Ginger said suddenly. "Wrists are for girls. I think I'll slit my throat. You know, you should definitely hang."
"Maybe in your last moment of cliché around here. Don't you think our deaths should be more than cheap entertainment?"
"…B, suicide is like the ultimate 'fuck you'. We don't have to worry about anyone's shit." Ginger said forcefully.
"Yea, but I don't want to think about me just lying there dead, and everyone just…. Laughs."
"They'll be in awe! You won't have to worry about embarrassment in the afterlife." Ginger said.
"Ginger, what about in this one?"
"What life? Your life is with me. We'd swore we'd go together one way or another."
"Yea, when we were like 8."
"So? It's the pact."
"It was just a silly game Ginger." Bridgette said laughing.
"You think this is a joke? Look at your hand Bridgette! You see that scar? That ensures our pact. It was always real to me." Holding out her hand, Ginger continued on, "Out by 16 or dead on this scene, put together forever."
Bridgette Stares at the scar on her sister's hand. One straight line from top to bottom, much like her own. She could feel herself daze off: "Come on B! you want to be together forever right?"
"Yea, but Ginger….."
"Shut up and do as I say! You're my sister. And when we grow up, we can leave this place forever. But for now, we have to make the pact official. We have to draw blood."
"Fine but only a scratch" the little 7 year old said fearfully.
"Okay, only a scratch." Ginger got the razor ready over Bridgette's hand. "Are you ready?"
Bridgette looks up at her 8 year old sister replying "Yea, go ahead. Get it over with"
Ginger brought the razor down fast. She could hear the slick sound cutting Bridgette's flesh.
"I said a scratch Ginger!" Bridgette screamed.
Ginger smiled at the sight of blood. "That was a little scratch you little suck." Ginger said.
"My turn." Ginger said placing the razor over her hand. And she made a cut just as deep as her sisters, maybe even deeper. The blood from both girls' hands made Ginger smile and giggle. "Gimme your hand Bridgette." They held hands and let the blood drip on their basement floor. They recited the pact for the first time that night. Right there in their room. Deep down in the basement.
"Come on Bridgette! Together forever!" Ginger yelled.
Grabbing her hand Bridgette, replied, "United against life as we know it."
"Our deaths'll be the shit B, trust me."