3Heey! New story! (again) Anywho, I think updates for my actual story stories may come sooner now since I found a way to write on my phone.
WARNING: Cutting and Blood, as well as "inappropriate language" You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Bridget, her family, Belle, Alex, and the plot
Chapter 1
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Bridget James groaned and turned over, covering her ears with a pillow. "I hate Mondays." She opened her eyes and sat up.
Putting her glasses on, she turned off her annoying alarm clock.
She got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her hands, took a quick shower, and got dressed.
Bridget put on a sea green and grey striped long-sleeved shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a blue jacket. She put on an old black pair
of shoes.
The 18 year-old put her, as she put it, bleed-your-eyes-out bright red hair into two ponytails.
Bridget stared at herself in the mirror, critizing everything about her body. "Ugly, fat, ridiculous." She whispered. Bridget was one
of those girls that wasn't fat, but wasn't perfectly skinny either. She was short, pale, and had freckles all around her cheeks and
nose. Bridget's eyes were a bright green.
Ever since middle school, Bridget had begun to hate her body. She hated being shorter than most people, she hated not being
really skinny, she hated being so pale, she hated her freckles, and most of all, she hated her hair. It had always made her stand
out in class. The teachers never had to ask if she was there or not. They just searched for her red hair.
Amelia, Bridget's mother, always told her daughter how pretty she was, but Bridget couldn't believe her. She thought she was as
pretty as a zit.
Bridget sighed and walked out of her bedroom. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen. Bridget reached for the cereal, but
then she stopped. Instead, the girl grabbed a small orange and peeled it. She took a bottle of water and went into the living room
and ate.
"Boring!" Bridget complained, turning the news channel on. While she actually didn't mind watching the news, Bridget pretended
not to like it.
"Good morning honey." Her mother greeted walking in.
"Hi Mommy." Bridget said, silently cursing herself. It wasn't cool to say 'Mommy' anymore!
Be Careful What You Wish For Ch 1
"Bridget, you need to eat more than just an orange." Amelia said when she saw her daughter's breakfest. "Why not have some
cereal?"
"Oh, I was going to eat breakfest at school with a friend. I'm just eating this orange so I don't have to spend so much money on
school food." Bridget lied.
"Oh okay."
Walking over to the trash can, Bridget asked, "So is dad still asleep?"
"Yeah. He worked late at the hospital last night." Amelia sighed. "He always works late now."
Bridget nodded. "I'm going to brush my teeth and head to school, 'kay?" Her mother nodded. Bridget ran upstairs, brushed her
teeth, grabbed her backpack, and walked out the door. She only lived 4 blocks away from the school, so there was no sense
driving or taking a bus.
Once at school, Bridget headed towards her locker. She put the majority of her books that she didn't need for the first two hours in
her locker. Bridget smiled at the inside of her locker door. She had a bunch of magnets and small pictures on it. These pictures
were mainly things she had found online and printed out. Bridget had pictures from her favourite webcomic (homestuck) and animes, like Bleach, Naruto,
Black Butler, Vampire Knight, and her most favourite at the moment, Hetalia.
Bridget headed to her first class. Nothing incredibly interesting happened throughout the day, except for the new girl in gym class.
Her name was Alex, and she made Bridget jealous. Alex was tall, had tan skin without a freckle in sight, beautiful dark brown hair
with golden highlight, and bright blue eyes. She was skinny and had a pretty and clear voice.
Of course, all the popular girls instantly befriended Alex. 'How dare they,' Bridget thought angrily, 'How dare they imediately love
her, but yet when I moved here in fifth grade, they ignored me!'
After gym class, at the end of the day, while all the girls were changing, Bridget noticed something. Alex had left behind her
bracelet. It was very pretty. A red glass rose charm with two glass green leaves on each side on the silver chain. Making sure no
one was looking, Bridget grabbed the bracelet, shoved it in her backpack, and left just as the bell rang.
Bridget ran all the way home. Her heart was pounding. She had never stolen in her life. She giggled. That bitch Alex didn't need it
anyways.
On the kitchen table was a note. Her parents were at Bridget's grandmother's house in the next town over. They wouldn't come
home until much later.
Bridget finished her homework quickly, for she was very good with school. She looked at the time. 7:32. Bridget had the rest of the
night to do whatever.
Ignoring her stomach pains, Bridget ran down the hall to her room. She took off her jacket and her shirt. Then she put on a black
tank top. Bridget ran into the bathroom and locked the door. She gazed at her wrists.
It was a secret. No one knew about Bridget's new found cutting addiction. Horrid cuts and scars covered her arms. Wearing her
gym shirt over a long-sleeved shirt helped cover the scars during P.E..
Bridget traced the scars on her right arm. A small smile formed on her lips. She grabbed a clean razor and began to drag it along
her arm. Bridget hissed in pain. Blood seeped through the cuts.
"Bloody red, bloody bloody red. Like my hair." Bridget whispered. Suddenly, something seemed to have snapped in Bridget's
mind. She grabbed the razor and cut her left arm. More blood.
"Bloody red, bloody freaking red."
Bridget watched the blood flow from her arms. Feeling dizzy from blood loss, she sta down. Looking at her arms, at what she had
done to herself, she started to cry.
She stood slowly, and wetted a towel. Bridget started cleaning her wounds. "Look at this." She said to herself. "Look at what
you're doing." Tears were flowing from her eyes like crazy. "You need to stop this. This is bad." Bridget put down the towel. She
looked in the mirror. Her voice cracked, "This isn't the answer." She whispered.
Bridget cleaned up the blood on the counter and floor. She wiped her tears.
Unlocking the door, Bridget walked out of her bathroom. She took the rose bracelet out of her backpack and frowned. She began
cry more, remembering how she had no friends. Amelia thought her old friend Belle, was still talking to her. After Bridget began to
get depressed, Belle left her.
"I wish it would go away. I wish the pain would stop." She whispered. Tears continued to flow. "I wish I lived somewhere else. I
wish Belle hadn't left me. I wish I had friends. I wish people liked me." Bridget fell to her knees, crying uncontrollably. She grasped
the bracelet even tighter. "I wish I never lived here. I wish I was someone else."
The walls began to fade. Bridget looked up. Her things were disapearing. Bridget screamed. Bracelet still her hand, Bridget stood
up. She ran over to her room door and tried to open it. The door wouldn't budge.
The floor fell from underneath Bridget's feet. She screamed again. After falling for what seemed like eternity, Bridget hit the
ground with a hard 'thud'. She was knocked out.
Well, this is depressing. I actually started to cry while writing this. I was feeling depressed anyways.
If anyone was wondering, no, I've never cut, and I don't want to.
The 2p!Nations will begin to come in next chapter.