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[Bridgette Madison]

Bridgette sat down upon the dock and looked out at the water. It was peaceful tonight. The stars were shining bright above glistening off the top of the water. Bridgette closed her eyes. Keeping the image in her mind. She wanted to be able to remember that things like this, moments like this truly existed. She sometimes forgot that there were meaningful and beautiful things in this world. She was so used to the world where people were telling her what to do and constantly screaming at her when things are not done on time and perfectly. Not only was she a servent in her own home but she had to be good at it. She had to make sure the clothes were folded perfectly. Not that they stayed that way. She would work hard for hours making sure that everyone was perfect for them, only to watch them tare it all apart moments later. She wondered if they did that to hurt her or if they were just truly unkepmt people.

Bridgette took off her shoes and placed her feet down in the cold water. It was a numbing feeling that she loved. It was better to feel nothing and be numb then to feel the pain. That was all she ever felt anymore was pain. She tried to hide it for everyone around her but it was getting harder and harder to pretend that she was happy. How could someone in her position be happy. She was not a human, she was not treated equally. She was surprised her wicked step mother had not forced her to drop out of school already so she could spend more time doing her bidding. Sometimes she wishes that the house would burn down which she was away and her step mother would be trapped. That would get her put into a foster home but anything had to be better then this. Anything at all had to be. Life outside of her own could not possibly be this bad.

Bridgette looked down at her phone. There was no messages which was weird but then again it was the middle of the night. She had snuck out, which was something she had never done before but she needed to breath, she needed to get away from them. She needed to escape from everything. The world included. She looked down at the welcoming water. Placing her phone beside her she looked down again and then sunk herself into the water. Letting herself stay above water until finally letting her head slip under.

[Chandler Finley]

It was getting late yet Chandler Finley was strangely wide awake. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have a Red Bull right before you were thinking on heading to bed. But, whatever, he could survive maybe sleeping during the day tomorrow and staying up all night, or maybe he just would not sleep at all. He never was one to need that much sleep every night- he could always live off Red Bull for a few more nights. It was his addiction- energy drinks that is- he wasn't a big fan of Monster or any of those other knock-offs. Red Bull did just the trick to keep him happy and hyper.

Well, that was a good five minute waste of time by playing a pointless game of solitaire on his laptop which he never seemed to win. Chandler glanced over at his cell phone that was resting over on his floor surrounded by random clothes which he had forgotten to throw in the laundry. Wouldn't you think since he had such a nice fun he would treat it with care- no, Chandler just didn't think like that with technology. So, back to the state of boredom, Chandler could always call Bridgette- maybe she would be awake- if not he would make sure to leave an annoying voicemail on her phone that she could smile to next time she turned it on.

That was weird- Bridgette never didn't answer her cell phone when it was actually on- he always knew her to turn it off so she wouldn't waste the battery since her two evil step-sisters always used up all the outlets in the house with their own electronic devices. He continued to call a few more time, and finally got up with frustration after the fifth time. Chandler had almost forgotten how they had worked out a thing on their cell phones which traced the others- yeah, they never had any privacy issues with one another. It was a best friend thing.

He got to the application on his phone and waited for it to find the location of Bridgette's. The docks- now that was strange. Why would Bridgette be out alone on a dark scary night at the harbor. He had a nervous feeling inside of him, and quickly decided to head over there to find her. The harbor was surprising close to his house, so he was easily able to get onto the roof of the house from his room and then climb down, and start his light jog over to where his cell phone said Bridgette was...or at least her phone was.

When Chandler reached the docks, he didn't see anyone standing near the edge of the water, yet one thing he did see was the blinking light of what appeared to be Bridgette's cell phone at the edge of the dock. Chandler cursed inside his head wondering where Bridgette was without her cell phone. As he ran up to the edge, standing by her cell phone, she spotted her shoes beside her phone.

"BRIDGETTE?!" Chandler called out...well more like screamed out. Luckily no one lived to close by to really hear him screaming and get disturbed, but he needed her to hear him. Chandler tossed off his black Converses and slipped off his simple black t-shirt, leaving his tight dark skinny jeans on. He slid carefully into the water, and opened his eyes undeneath as his head went under. His eyes wandered as he saw Bridgette sinking slowly beneath himself- he quickly swam down the few feet to her, and slid his arms underneath hers, bringing her up to the surface as he kicked upwards.

As he reached the surface, Chandler gasped loudly for air, and then brought Bridgette up to the edge of the dock, laying her down upon it. He stared back into her closed eyes- great thing taking a short lifeguarding class last summer. But would he have to perform CPR on her- that would be awkward yet it might be necessary. "Bridgette?" Chandler called again as he knelt beside her. "Are you alright?" With a short time of no response, Chandler brought his head towards hers and prepared to perform mouth-to-mouth.

[Bridgette Madison]

Bridgette could feel herself sinking further into the water. It was the most calm she had been in forever. The feel of the cold water causing her entire body to go numb. She did not feel anything anymore, which was the best thing that she could have asked for. There was a pure silence as well that was almost magical. There was no do this and do thats. No step mother constantly yelling at her. It was just her, the water and it was peaceful. She looked up to the surface not wanting to go back up but she knew that she needed to. She could not do what it looked like she was doing. Though as she tried to push towards the surface she could not move. Sad thing was she didn't care. She did not fight when she knew she could not move. Instead she closed her eyes. And tried to remember all the good things in her life. Every memory that was worth having.

"Brigette" Bridgette turned around when she heard the voice of her father. She ran in his direction and jumped into his arms. They were at the beach for her fifth birthday, which is what she had asked for. He swooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. "Well sweetpea" a nickname that he father used to call her. "What do you want to do. Anything the birthday girl wants the birthday girl gets." Bridgette could remember looking around the beach trying to think of what it was she wanted to do. "Lets build a sand castle." She said happily to him. He twirled her around a few times and set her down in the sand. He then got on his knees and began digging at the wet sand. They were both covered in wet sand but neither one of them cared.

"Bridgette" these words took over her mind but they were not the words of her father. "Bridgette, get the door." Bridgette dropped everything she was doing and answered the door. "Bridgette pick up my laundry from the cleaners." Bridgette was constantly going. Doing there chores, picking up there things. Doing things that any normal person should be able to do on there own. But her step family was not normal they were wicked and corrupt. They were the very thing that evil was. And they never let her forget that she was no where as good as them. "BRIDGETTE."

Bridgette's eyes flickered open and she gasped for air. There was no air to gasp for and she felt her mouth fill up with water. She choked on it and fought hard to get to the surface. She was having no luck, but she could not give up. That is when she felt something grap onto her. She tried to fight it but when she realized she was being pulled towards the surface she stopped fighting and closed her eyes. She felt like she was about to pass out and once she reached the surface she began to open her eyes but her eyelids felt heavy. Bridgette." Bridgette opened her eyes and noticed Chandler in front of her. The last person she would want to see witness what just took place. She wanted to tell him that she didn't want to drowned that she tried to come back up. She did not want him to look at her like she was a suicidal person. She was far from that. I was, I was not...

[Chandler Finley]

Chandler jerked his head back as he saw Bridgette’s brilliant eyes finally open and catch a glimpse of the starry sky. Those stars and the moon were the only things that lit up the area around them as their were no street lights nearby or any type of electronic light source. He looked back down at her, after his lips were a well safe distance away from hers. Well, that was lucky to get out of such a weird situation. Performing mouth-to-mouth aka basically making out with your best friend would be rather awkward when together you really didn’t have any physical attraction. Sure, maybe Chandler felt just a little, but he knew that Bridgette only saw him as a best friend, and he was great at being that for her- at least he thought so. He placed his hands lightly on her delicate shoulders, and he once again stared back into her eyes. “Are you alright?” he questioned her, trying to ignore the fact that she was persisting to tell him that she “was not” which probably referred to that she was not trying to take her own life. He tried to believe such a statement, but it seemed pretty obvious to him what she had been doing.

Chandler just could not imagine that Bridgette would take such drastic measures, without even showing any signs of doing such a thing beforehand to him. Sure, she often seemed a little depressed and sometimes he knew her to wish that she was just dead, but he had never figured her to actually end her life because of it. Her whole life was not completely awful. Even though her family was a disaster, Bridgette still was healthy herself and had a decent-sized group of friends that would protect her no matter what. They couldn’t really prevent her from being in the tough situation that she was in, but they could always reassure her that everything was alright. But maybe he wasn’t being a good friend- maybe that was why she hadn’t told him anything? Was he really drifting apart from their friendship?- no he couldn’t be, that wasn’t it…maybe something else was bothering her that he just was not aware of.

He began to wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t of showed up right then and there. Thank the lord for those cell phone tracking devices they had set up- with that thought he glanced back over at her blinking cell phone, picked it up and stopped it from blinking knowing that the only calls she had received were from him. Would she really be dead and gone if he hadn’t of shown or maybe she would have someone come to her senses and kicked back up to the surface. Though, she did seem rather knocked out and helpless when he had gotten in the water to save her. Maybe someone else would have come if he hadn’t- he had to think of the other possibilities. But, he should not linger on the past- she was saved now, that was all that really mattered. Now Chandler just had to make sure that she did not try to attempt such a thing again.

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[Bridgette Madison]

Bridgette lied there as still as she could. She was cold and had a feeling that she was shaking but did not know for sure. The numb feeling she had was slighly waring away, making her feel the pain, the cold and the wetness, little by little. Almost putting her into a state of shock. She looked up at the sky and felt tears well up behind her eyes. She did not want this. She knew she should not have gotten into the water. She did not want to die. That would be letting them win and she was not going to let them win. She was going to turn eighteen and then she was going to move out. Where she was going to go was beyond her. She had no money. All she had was Chandler and she already felt bad for all he had to go through being her friend. Her best friends. The person who just like tonight had pulled her from the water so to speak over a million times. Helped her to keep her head up to where she could breath.

Are you alright?" Was she alright? That seemed to be the question of the life time. She did not know what she was anymore. Sometimes she was alright, sometimes she wished that she was under that water and not being pulled to the surface. She was always grateful to pulled back and ninety percent of the time it was Chandler on the other end waiting for her. She owed him her life and more. He was her hero, though she could never find the right worlds to tell him that. She looked up into his eyes and tried to smile but she was to cold, like her face was frozen the way that it was. She tried to lift her body up to sit next to him but she decided it was in her best interest to just lay there until her body was willing on its own to move. Thank..... tha.... thank you. She got out after a minute of trying.

She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him. The tears she had in her eyes freezing, at least she felt that they were. She did not know anything for sure at this moment. She had not become unnumb enough to really be aware of what is going on. She opened her eyes and stared at the water. This time it did not call to her, it did not welcome her into it. It did not seem peaceful and calm. It was cold and repulsive. Made her shake harder looking at it. The water was nothing but a cold death trap. It tried to eat her alive. When she had tried to come to the censor the water took her and pulled her back down. Taking away all her energy and making sure that she was to sink to the bottom. Until Chandler came along. Why had Chandler come along? What put him here with her right now? Got him to her just in time? She looked back over to him. It's late.

[Chandler Finley]

Chandler was worried that Bridgette was in a complete state of shock when he hadn’t replied to her after a few moments of him asking if she was alright. He looked down at her hoping for a sign that she could communicate back, and as he finally saw her attempt to getting up and speaking a brief thank you, he knew she would be just fine at least on the outside. Inside, Chandler wasn’t exactly sure what was going on with her. Though, the thank you had made it clear that she was thankful for him saving her, which mean that she truly did not want to kill herself- it was just a reckless decision that had almost gone completely wrong. And Chandler was thankful for this- he did not want his best friend to be suicidial- he, himself, would not know how to handle such things. How would you explain to your friend all the good things in life they had and convince them that it wasn’t worth dying, when truly that is the only way they saw peace with themselves. And, Chandler knew Bridgette to be just a little stubborn a time- yes, she was a complete sweetheart, but often when she set her mind to do something, she would get the task done as quickly and efficiently as possible. It was one of the reasons he knew her to be such an efficient worker…more like a slave…to her step-family.

Chandler wishes that he had something warm to put around her to warm her shaking body, but silly Chandler did not bother to put on a jacket when he left the house despite the chilly temperature outside. He knew that he would have to get her somewhere warm…quickly, but once again, Chandler had stupidly not taken his car, which meant that they would have to walk back to her place or maybe his place depending whether or not Bridgette really wanted to return as a slight mess back to her home and by home it really means house that she is forced to reside in. As her face turned away from him, Chandler sighed. He knew that Bridgette had probably not wanted him to see her in a state like this, but Chandler was her best friend- it was his job to help her during these hard times. He would make her accept the fact that it was alright.

He nodded to her comment that it was late- she was right- her evil step-mother would probably be wondering where Bridgette was- must always be ready to attend to the wicked old lady’s every need of course. “Yes…” he replied simply to her comment before reaching over for his shirt and slipping it on over his body as he was on the verge of shivering himself. “Can you get up?” Chandler questioned as he waited by her side, ready to give her assistance if needed.