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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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