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Chapter 2 Miss Bridget
---Sydney's POV---
I walked into the
building and I immediately squeezed my eyes shut for a few seconds
then opened them, blinking a few times. It was dark in the building.
The only lighting was a few scattered candles.
"Jeez, ever
heard of electricity?" I muttered. Incents were burning somewhere
in the room; I could smell it. I could see that there was windows,
but they had been covered by think curtains of pink and purple color.
The carpet on the ground was either a dark purple or black, I
couldn't tell. The chairs were folding chairs and were lined up
next to the windows. There was a desk in the opposite corner with
some kinda of cloth covering it. The cloth was multicolored as were
the items on it. I noticed that there were no electrical items to be
found anywhere in the room. There was a bookshelf on a wall, a yard
away form the desk. It had an assortment of books on it, probably
about being a psychic or at least pretending to be. In the last
corner, there was this dark black spot. I doubted that this was a
wall, most likely a door. Walking up to the desk, I cleared my
throat.
"Excuse me, is Miss Bridget there? I'd like to see
her?" I spoke in a normal voice.
"No need yell child, don't
worry, she's available right now. But, we need to get your name and
a few other things for a survey. A before and after type deal. We
only need your name to verify that one person isn't going around
filling them out. We need our results to be correct and fair. You
understand." a woman spoke in a Caribbean accent, she was most
likely from her accent, a Trini. She was a little on the chubby side,
but her green dress seemed to slim it down. She was wearing, makeup
wise, only lipstick. Her hair, in braids, fell down to her shoulders.
She handed me a survey and a pencil.
"I like your accent. Are
you from Trinidad?" I asked.
"Thank you. You must be good with
accents because yes I am." the woman complimented me.
"You
know, your very pretty." I complimented her, attempted to cover up
the awkward silence.
"Thanks. You know, it a real mystery why
you aren't married." the woman asked writing something up.
"How
did you know?" I asked, handing her back the survey and the
pencil.
"I'm not blind yet child." she answered, pointing to
my bare ring finger.
"Well, I could have left it at home." I
justified.
"Your not the kind that cheats. And, Miss Bridget
will see you now. I hope you find the answers you seek. Have a good
day" the woman told me, pointing to the black area where I had
suspected a door to be earlier.
"Thank you." I answered,
walking through the door I had been pointed to.
---Sark's
POV---
I stepped into the building, attempting to adjust my eyes
to the darkness of the room. "Miss Bridget, you'd better be
right." I threatened in a whisper.
"Hello? Miss? Is Miss
Bridget in?" I asked.
"No need to yell sir, my, my, you are
a fine man." The woman greeted. "You'd look great with the
person who just came in here. Maybe it was fate that brought you both
here."
"Or, maybe it was a certain flyer and an annoying old
lady. I don't believe in fate." I explained.
"Here, Miss
Bridget's in with someone and you need to fill out a before and
after survey." she enlightened me, handing me a pencil and a
survey. "It'll take about tree to fifteen minutes depending on
what the lady wants."
"Tree?" I asked. "Which island is
that?"
"Trinidad, and your British. The British suck." the
woman notified me, crossing her arms.
"Hey, you do everything on
our standards." I argued.
"Yea, and you let a little country
kick your ass." she disputed.
I was about to say something,
when another idea pope into my head. "So, what can you tell me
about the lady that just came in here?"
---Sydney's
POV---
This room was a brighter than the last and thus my poor
eyes had to once again readjust. The room had ceiling lights drawn up
on every side of the ceiling. In the middle of the room lay a table
with a crystal ball and some other accessories. There was no windows
and the walls were painted blue. Waves were painted on top of that to
appear as if we were in the middle of the ocean during a storm. The
cloth of the table was a dark blue. The crystal ball seemed to be
glowing and drawing me in. I looked around and failed to spot the
psychic.
"Miss Bridget." I called. "Hello?" I looked
around the room, all though it didn't take long seeing how the room
was extremely small.
I screamed as I felt something grab my foot.
---Sark's POV---
We both stared at the door as a scream
emitted form behind it.
"That never happens." she assured me.
"I'm sure it doesn't." I sarcastically.
---Sydney's
POV---
My jaw still hung open as a woman crawled out from under
the table.
"Welcome. My name is Miss Bridget, what's yours?"
she asked, looking me over. Bridget was actually 4 inches taller than
me and wore a loose blue skirt with a long, sleeveless shawl that
came down to her waist. She had crimped blonde hair that fell past
her shoulders, but it was impossible to tell, since her shawl hid
it's true length.
"Sydney." I answered.
"Are you sure
about that?" she asked, sitting down in her chair.
"Yea, why
would you ask that?" I asked confused.
"Because, I'm sensing
that your not sure of yourself and I'm feeling lies, deceit, love,
hate, pain, and distrust among others. But I'm mostly feeling that
your hesitant about your future. Sit down Sydney. You know pink's a
pretty color, but it's not my favorite. Pink, it's a bright
color. Usually worn by someone who wants to be noticed." Bridget
analyzed.
"I don't care about being noticed though." I
snapped.
"I didn't say by everyone. Maybe, maybe you want to
be noticed by someone special. Hmmm, dark blue jeans. You want to be
casual and comfortable yet different. A guarded blue. Have you been
hurt before?" Bridger asked.
I crossed my arms. Psychics are
fake. I reminded myself, attempting to rub down the Goosebumps.
"May I see the hand that you write with. Since you refuse to
answer, I'll receive my answers here. So, what do you want to learn
about, love, life, abilities of your mind, your future, come on help
me about." Bridget told me.
"Ummm… love and future." I
answered.
"Ah, the most popular. Ok, now, so you write with your
right hand. I see. As do most of the world. Your heart line, that
major line on the top? It curves upward towards your index finger.
Which basically means you are a passionate, demonstrative person; and
it ends in between the webbed skin between your index and middle
finger meaning that love wise, you have an affectionate nature.
However, you have line branching downward from your heart line. This
indicates some disappointments in your love life. This doesn't mean
that you'll never find love; you've more lines branching upward
meaning that you've learned to avoid some of the mistakes that
caused earlier relationships to fail. Your heart line is also a deep
crevice indicating that your feelings are deep and that in love your
loyal. Before we move on? Does that description fit you? Are you over
the whole 'psychics are fake charade.' because I find it
offensive that you find what I do fake. So, did I describe you?"
She reported to me.
"Yea, it does."
"So, am I right in
saying that the distrust, hate, pain, and lies came from previous
relationships? In order to release these emotions You should have
someone work on your pressure points. Help ease the pain away. That,
doesn't get rid of all the emotions though." she grabbed m face
and brought her face close to mine. I pulled mine away, uncomfortable
with the close proximity of our faces. "Hmmm, that still leaves
deceit and love. Could it be that these two go together. Does the one
you love deceive you, you have to deceive people to love someone, or
is it that you find some kind of deceit in all your relationships
love wise.
I sucked in my breath. The damn psychic hit it on
the mark.
"I got it right didn't I? It was one of those.
Relationships shouldn't have deceit with them. If you want this
relationship to work the deceit has to go. If it doesn't you will
just end up getting hurt. No relationship can work when deceit's
present." Bridget informed me.
I thought this over. I had
lied to Danny and he died. Noah deceived me and look what happened to
him. I deceived Vaughn by letting him think that I was dead and so he
married Lauren. If I want Sark, I've got to eliminate the deceit.
"Ok, ready for your future?" she asked moving to he
crystal ball. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the previously
mentioned object. She touched the side of my face and placed the palm
of her other hand on the ball.
"Ah!" she cried her eyes
opening wide as she stared into the ball. "Are you read you to see
your future?"
"You know what? I love living spontaneously.
I'll wait for my future to arrive." I told her, standing up.
"Where do I pay?"
"Oh, it's free for the first week. We're
trying to get a customer base first." she explained.
"Well
thank you. You've helped me realize that not all my relationships
are doomed. I'll try to fix any upcoming ones. Have a great day."
I told her, startin to exit out the door I had come in.
"No!"
she yelled. "You exit out of the door behind me."
"huh?"
I asked.
"Come here." she ordered. I hurried over as she
opened a door, hidden in the wall. "You go down the hallway and at
the end will be a door. Yo exit out the door and will find yourself
in the parking lot."
I walked through the door and in no time I
had come to the end of it. I cried out as I opened the door and my
eyes had to readjust to the lighting. This time however, it wasn't
too bad. I headed to my car, happy that I had come here.
---Miss
Bridget's POV---
I hit the wall behind my assistant, signaling
that I was done with the previous client. I sat back down immediately
awaiting my next client. As the guy, casually strolled into the room.
I sucked in my breath as I recognized him. He was the same exact guy
in the girl's future. I only hoped she could change what was going
to happen before it was too late. The guy took a seat quickly, ready
to learn what awaited him.
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