Why was it so cold? Why was it snowing so hard? It never snowed like this, this was like blinding Antarctica snow. What was she wearing? Bridget looked down at her body and frowned seeing that she was dressed in only a thin cotton shift. Why the hell was she wearing a shift?
She shook her head violently and looked around quietly before taking a hesitant step forward, at least she thought she took a step forward. She was numb, her entire body felt like nothing, just a vague awareness that she had a body. She took another step and the feeling intensified if that was possible. She took another step, and then another, slowly gaining confidence in her ability to move.
"Hello?" she said, her voice sounding hollow and insubstantial.
She looked around, pushing what she thought to be hair out of her face and reached out through the grey snow and out towards the pitch black void in front of her.
"Is anyone there? Hello?" she wrapped her arms around herself as she continued to move. Her steps cautious and hesitant, "This has to be a dream."
Bridget suddenly stopped moving, feeling resistance in front of her as if she had hit some sort of invisible barrier. She reached out and pressed against it, but felt that it was rough instead of smooth and only reached to about her waist. She trailed her fingers across it and took a step back as soon as she was able to understand that it was a grave marker.
She was standing directly on top of a grave, something she never did.
"What's going on? Hello?! Help!" she tried to back away but couldn't. She felt fingers lock around her ankles and wrists. Another set of hands grabbed her head and pointed her face forward towards a pair of blazing blue eyes.
"Stay away from us," said a chorus of voices as the eyes blinked slowly. "We don't want you, and neither does James."
Bridget stopped struggling when she the voices stopped speaking. She frowned, suddenly angry as she stared at the eyes. "Who are you and who are 'we'?"
She choked as she felt fingers wrap around her neck. Oh God, not her neck. She instantly started to fight again feeling herself choke. She couldn't breath-not again!
"Leave us alone!" the voices were louder, shriller. "James hates you! We hate you!"
The hands suddenly shoved her forward towards where the headstone had been, but she was staring at James' dark brown dress shoes. She gasped for breath as she looked up, and shook her hair out of her face.
"J-James?" she said weakly as she stared into his white eyes. Even in a dream she hated those things. "What's going on? Help me," she reached out to touch his hand and almost cried when he took a step back, watching her blankly.
"Leave us alone, Bridget," he said quietly, shaking his head. "Just leave us alone and we'll leave you alone."
Bridget jerked into an upright position when she heard her own hoarse sob. Her hand flew to her throat as she cleared her throat and felt that it was colder than the rest of her body. Exactly where the hands had been.
She let herself fall back into the pillows and laid their, one of her arms pressed over her eyes as she took seven deep and even breaths, calmly trying to remember what the dream was about. She remember J being there, and the cold.
"Damn it," she muttered as she pushed herself back up and reached over for her cell phone as it threatened to vibrate off of the desk. "Hello?"
"Morning sunshine," said J's mockingly cheerful voice.
"Don't 'morning sunshine' me," she snapped, but softened the overly harsh tone with a chuckled. "Still coming over?"
"My, my, my, I may not with that attitude. That was a very 'leave me alone all afternoon' sort of answer," he said. Bridget could almost hear the smirk.
"Oh please forgive me," she said with a pout even though he couldn't see it. "I just had a freaky dream is all."
"Ahh," he said knowingly, "more nightmares? Want me to come and scare the monsters away?"
She chuckled, and ran a hand through her hair. "Maybe more than that, but that could be a good start."
"I thought you'd say that," he laughed and she could hear a door shut on the other side. "I'll be there in an hour or two, I've got to finish this paper up."
"Alright, I'll be waiting," she said as she wallowed herself another hole in her pillows.
"That breath better be baited," he said quietly, almost seductively.
She smirked, "Don't worry, love. It will be."
J chuckled a goodbye before his line went dead and Bridget used her chin to flip her phone shut with a decidedly girly giggle as she turned over onto one side to catch another hour of sleep.
A/N: If you haven't guessed the part in italics was the dream. I wasn't sure how to seperate it from the other parts and blah blah blah so I just made it all italics. I might go back and change it. Anyway, as usual I'm doing chapter 2 in two different uploads to keep my updates nice and manageable for you, my peoples. So? What are your thoughts? Likes? Dislikes? Absolute hates?
Thanks for putting up with my irregular updating, I love writing but I hate typeing what I write lol. Expect the second part soon.