Be Careful What You Wish For

by GEMfaerie

Bridget James is an unhappy girl. She has no friends, and she can't grasp the fact that not being perfectly skinny doesn't mean you're fat. But the worst thing is, she has bright, bloody red hair. When Bridget wishes to be in another world/life, she doesn't expect to go to the 2p!talia world! And, the 2p Nations seem to think she's their Earth! Rated M for a reason. Cutting, etc.

4. Chapter 4

Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 4

"Ugh, what a freak!" Bridget exclaimed. She shivered as a cold wind blew past. Looking around, Bridget suddenly became more aware of her surroundings.

The once beautiful blue skies were a bloody red-orangish colour. The trees were barren and black. The hedges were still alive, although the slightly charred leaves caused them to appear a dark green. The roses were black. Bridget stared in horror at the scene before her. "W-What in the world?"

"I told you to hurry!"Bridget turned around. Oliver was sitting at a round table with a bloody white tablecloth. Partially broken tea cups and plates were neatly arranged. Cupcakes decorated the table. 'That wasn't there before.' Bridget thought.

Oliver was smiling that creepy smile of his. He gestured to Bridget. "Well come on now dear, don't just stand there. Sit down!"

Bridget hesitated. She was scared. She didn't want to have tea with Oliver. She didn't want to have tea at all. Bridget wanted to go home.

BAM! Oliver slammed his fist on the table.

"Bridget you come sit down here right now!" Oliver growled, the smile gone. His eyes were glowing dangerously. The irises looked like a lollipop, with pink and blue swirling around. "My patience is gone!"

The red head screamed. Damn't she had enough to deal with right now! She started running away as fast as she could. Tears started pouring down her cheeks. Bridget's glasses were getting all fogged up.

Bridget looked behind her and saw that Oliver was following her. "Don't run away, poppet!" He was carrying a knife. She screamed again.

"Ow!" Bridget looked up. "Timmy! You have to help me!"

Timmy chuckled. "And why should I do that?"

"Oliver's got a knife and he's scaring me! Please help me. Please." Bridget begged.

"No." Timmy replied. Bridget started crying even harder. She was hysterical.

"Meep!" Bridget squeaked. She looked up at Timmy, who was now carrying her bridelstyle. Said country began running fastly. Bridget clung on. "Don't worry Bridget," she heard him say. "I won't let 'im get you."