Post by mellochino on Feb 15, 2010 7:11:32 GMT
Finally updating again, sorry about the wait...my nursing course has been keeping me busy. I'm a little stuck with this chapter, hopefully it'll read alright
Bridget's Dream
The garden was quiet, Bridget closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. She walked through the garden towards a maze. Curiously she walked through it, feeling like she’d walked through there a million times. Almost like the garden maze was an extension of herself. She knew it like the back of her hand. As she walked through the garden a flower sprung up from the ground, inside the flower a projection shone up on the shrubbery walls. Projections of her in different situations. Each flower played different things involving her. Memories? Dreams? Bridget wasn’t sure, but the flowers would stop playing and die the further away she got from them. Each time doing this, the maze would disappear behind her into oblivion. She turned and began to run, the maze and flowers dying as she does. She needed to get away from the maze, the urgency is portrayed in spirals and flashes of red light. It’s all changed now, the garden is different. She felt like she’s lost a huge part of herself. The further she runs, the less she has to run on and the end of the road is in sight. Everything is gone once she steps off of the last bit of the road. Everything feels empty. She’s now floating in nothing and all she has now is a black sky surrounding her. She looks up at a black sky. A voice comes though:
Erase and Rewrite is the way forward, do not be afraid. Start anew and the flowers will come back.
Hearing the words, she now feels peaceful, the flowers are gone, but new ones form in their place. Colours spiral in a pink and white light. The flowers begin to play starting back to where it all began: Erinsborough, with a degree waiting for her at Uni. Old ones reappear, but they are different. Her friends remain, but links to the past are broken too. She knows her friends but the past is rewritten, the same goes for them too, nothing is the same.
Awaken and make new flowers. Do not be scared, your new chain of memories begins soon. You will not remember all the past, starting from the moment you wake up.
Good Luck, Bridget Parker.
Bridget's POV
Bridget felt something warm heating up the side of her face. She opened her eyes and looked around still feeling somewhat tired. She didn’t remember falling asleep here, but she’d had a long trip to get back. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, it was probably just as well she didn’t bring her books to study in the park, she obviously needed the sleep. She couldn’t remember her dream, it had disappeared along with the rest of her old memories.
She noticed a couple arguing not to far away from her. She frowned slightly and stood up, deciding her trip to the park wouldn’t be very good if she stayed any longer with all that noise. It was probably for the best anyway, she wanted to get back and start looking at what needed to be revised ready for the first day of her degree next week.. Her work wasn’t going to get completed sitting out here, enjoying the great outdoors.
She dusted off her…ugh, she was wearing a dress. She forgot that she was and to top it off, it was pure white and now had grass stains on it. Miranda had insisted that she wore a dress for her first day back in almost a year. She was determined to see Didge wear a dress here and there. Bridget didn’t feel comfortable wearing it, but her parents were staying in Oakey and they insisted on making a good impression back with everyone. Bridget had thought that it would be nicer to do her studying here again as she’d made a lot of friends. Saying that, there were people who annoyed her here too.
The apartment that she was staying in was nice. She hadn’t wanted to stay in a big house, a little apartment room for her was good. She’d earnt enough money to keep herself comfortable for a few months from working in Oakey. She’d look for a job once she was settled again. She wanted to pack away her belongings and hit the books first. She was in such a good mood, she was excited about the start to a new chapter in her life. Nothing could ruin the good mood she was in, well almost nothing.
She started walking, thoughts of her degree and apartment keeping her mind busy. It was then that she heard someone yelling. She gritted her teeth wondering whether it was that arguing couple from before. All she wanted was a little bit of piece and quiet. She kept walking and the yelling continued, but this time it sounded like it was her name being yelled. She turned around, slightly confused. She wasn’t given anytime to react when she found herself caught up in a tight embrace.
“Didge, how are you here? I’ve missed you” said the guy.
What? What is this idiot doing? She thought to herself, feeling a sense of fear.
“Didge, is something wrong?”
Ok, that was it, she was angry now. Who did this person think he was? She shoved him as hard as she could, knocking him off balance. She positioned herself into a defensive stance ready to fight this stranger off if she needed too. It was then she could see the face of her ‘attacker’…. Declan Napier. Why was he here? Why had he held her like that? She felt a new wave of anger and she looked at him in a ‘what the hell’ kind of way.
“What do you think you were doing?” she asked angrily “Don’t ever touch me like that again, ok?”
Sure, Declan hadn’t seen her almost a year, but what was with him? They hadn’t really ever been the best of friends, infact he hadn’t really ever shown much interest in her. She’d always expected Declan to be into ‘pretty’ type girls, not girls like her. They’d never dated or anything like that, so what was with that embrace? He held her like she’d expect someone to hold their girlfriend.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, watching him carefully “I know it’s almost been a year, but still….”
Declan gave her a shocked look, which creeped her out a bit. The whole situation with him was kinda spooky. She wanted to get away as quickly as possible, she didn’t like the way that he was looking at her. It was almost as though he’d seen a ghost or something.
“I have to go now, Declan” she said, not taking her eyes off of him. “I’ll see you later”
She quickly turned and tried to get away from him. That was when she felt a hand grab her wrist and Declan finally spoke to her finally.
“Why are you doing this to me, Didge…” he asked, looking really sad, but kinda angry or serious. Bridget didn’t really know what to make of his facial expression.
“Doing what?” She asked, getting more and more frightened. Not that she’d ever show him her fright.
“Acting like you don’t know me….know us”
That was just weird. HE was the one that didn’t bother that much with her, not the other way around. She’d always had a little crush on him (not that she’d ever make it obvious), but he’d ignored her all those times and played ‘Jack the lad’ with his mates. She was a mixture of angry and scared now. How dare he?
“I don’t really know you all that well, Declan” she responded in a shaky but angry tone. “I think you better let go of me now”
“Please don’t do this to me….”
Bridget pulled her arm away from his and moved a few steps away from him. She wanted to run, but at the moment her legs wouldn’t let her.
“Declan….you’re scaring me” she admitted, she didn’t want to show weakness, but maybe he’d back off a little if she said this.
He looked like he was close to tears. Bridget had thought many things about Declan, but never anything about him being crazy or scary like this. He was just looking at her and he wasn’t playing around with her. She knew that he was deadly serious from his facial expression.
“Didge, please….what about India?” he asked, a sense of desperation and urgency in his tone “You’ve got to remember India”
India? Who was India? She didn’t remember anyone called India. Was that someone in her class?
“No, I don’t know India” Bridget responded.
She watched as Declan pulled a face of complete anguish. Bridget was frightened, she didn’t want to be around him when he was acting like this.
“Declan…I’m going, I’ll see you around”
She walked away as quickly as she could. She looked behind a few times to make sure he wasn’t following her. Thankfully he wasn’t, he was just standing there….watching her. Creepy. So much for a nice start to her first full day back. She was going to have to ask Donna about what was going on with Declan.
Bridget's Dream
The garden was quiet, Bridget closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. She walked through the garden towards a maze. Curiously she walked through it, feeling like she’d walked through there a million times. Almost like the garden maze was an extension of herself. She knew it like the back of her hand. As she walked through the garden a flower sprung up from the ground, inside the flower a projection shone up on the shrubbery walls. Projections of her in different situations. Each flower played different things involving her. Memories? Dreams? Bridget wasn’t sure, but the flowers would stop playing and die the further away she got from them. Each time doing this, the maze would disappear behind her into oblivion. She turned and began to run, the maze and flowers dying as she does. She needed to get away from the maze, the urgency is portrayed in spirals and flashes of red light. It’s all changed now, the garden is different. She felt like she’s lost a huge part of herself. The further she runs, the less she has to run on and the end of the road is in sight. Everything is gone once she steps off of the last bit of the road. Everything feels empty. She’s now floating in nothing and all she has now is a black sky surrounding her. She looks up at a black sky. A voice comes though:
Erase and Rewrite is the way forward, do not be afraid. Start anew and the flowers will come back.
Hearing the words, she now feels peaceful, the flowers are gone, but new ones form in their place. Colours spiral in a pink and white light. The flowers begin to play starting back to where it all began: Erinsborough, with a degree waiting for her at Uni. Old ones reappear, but they are different. Her friends remain, but links to the past are broken too. She knows her friends but the past is rewritten, the same goes for them too, nothing is the same.
Awaken and make new flowers. Do not be scared, your new chain of memories begins soon. You will not remember all the past, starting from the moment you wake up.
Good Luck, Bridget Parker.
Bridget's POV
Bridget felt something warm heating up the side of her face. She opened her eyes and looked around still feeling somewhat tired. She didn’t remember falling asleep here, but she’d had a long trip to get back. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, it was probably just as well she didn’t bring her books to study in the park, she obviously needed the sleep. She couldn’t remember her dream, it had disappeared along with the rest of her old memories.
She noticed a couple arguing not to far away from her. She frowned slightly and stood up, deciding her trip to the park wouldn’t be very good if she stayed any longer with all that noise. It was probably for the best anyway, she wanted to get back and start looking at what needed to be revised ready for the first day of her degree next week.. Her work wasn’t going to get completed sitting out here, enjoying the great outdoors.
She dusted off her…ugh, she was wearing a dress. She forgot that she was and to top it off, it was pure white and now had grass stains on it. Miranda had insisted that she wore a dress for her first day back in almost a year. She was determined to see Didge wear a dress here and there. Bridget didn’t feel comfortable wearing it, but her parents were staying in Oakey and they insisted on making a good impression back with everyone. Bridget had thought that it would be nicer to do her studying here again as she’d made a lot of friends. Saying that, there were people who annoyed her here too.
The apartment that she was staying in was nice. She hadn’t wanted to stay in a big house, a little apartment room for her was good. She’d earnt enough money to keep herself comfortable for a few months from working in Oakey. She’d look for a job once she was settled again. She wanted to pack away her belongings and hit the books first. She was in such a good mood, she was excited about the start to a new chapter in her life. Nothing could ruin the good mood she was in, well almost nothing.
She started walking, thoughts of her degree and apartment keeping her mind busy. It was then that she heard someone yelling. She gritted her teeth wondering whether it was that arguing couple from before. All she wanted was a little bit of piece and quiet. She kept walking and the yelling continued, but this time it sounded like it was her name being yelled. She turned around, slightly confused. She wasn’t given anytime to react when she found herself caught up in a tight embrace.
“Didge, how are you here? I’ve missed you” said the guy.
What? What is this idiot doing? She thought to herself, feeling a sense of fear.
“Didge, is something wrong?”
Ok, that was it, she was angry now. Who did this person think he was? She shoved him as hard as she could, knocking him off balance. She positioned herself into a defensive stance ready to fight this stranger off if she needed too. It was then she could see the face of her ‘attacker’…. Declan Napier. Why was he here? Why had he held her like that? She felt a new wave of anger and she looked at him in a ‘what the hell’ kind of way.
“What do you think you were doing?” she asked angrily “Don’t ever touch me like that again, ok?”
Sure, Declan hadn’t seen her almost a year, but what was with him? They hadn’t really ever been the best of friends, infact he hadn’t really ever shown much interest in her. She’d always expected Declan to be into ‘pretty’ type girls, not girls like her. They’d never dated or anything like that, so what was with that embrace? He held her like she’d expect someone to hold their girlfriend.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, watching him carefully “I know it’s almost been a year, but still….”
Declan gave her a shocked look, which creeped her out a bit. The whole situation with him was kinda spooky. She wanted to get away as quickly as possible, she didn’t like the way that he was looking at her. It was almost as though he’d seen a ghost or something.
“I have to go now, Declan” she said, not taking her eyes off of him. “I’ll see you later”
She quickly turned and tried to get away from him. That was when she felt a hand grab her wrist and Declan finally spoke to her finally.
“Why are you doing this to me, Didge…” he asked, looking really sad, but kinda angry or serious. Bridget didn’t really know what to make of his facial expression.
“Doing what?” She asked, getting more and more frightened. Not that she’d ever show him her fright.
“Acting like you don’t know me….know us”
That was just weird. HE was the one that didn’t bother that much with her, not the other way around. She’d always had a little crush on him (not that she’d ever make it obvious), but he’d ignored her all those times and played ‘Jack the lad’ with his mates. She was a mixture of angry and scared now. How dare he?
“I don’t really know you all that well, Declan” she responded in a shaky but angry tone. “I think you better let go of me now”
“Please don’t do this to me….”
Bridget pulled her arm away from his and moved a few steps away from him. She wanted to run, but at the moment her legs wouldn’t let her.
“Declan….you’re scaring me” she admitted, she didn’t want to show weakness, but maybe he’d back off a little if she said this.
He looked like he was close to tears. Bridget had thought many things about Declan, but never anything about him being crazy or scary like this. He was just looking at her and he wasn’t playing around with her. She knew that he was deadly serious from his facial expression.
“Didge, please….what about India?” he asked, a sense of desperation and urgency in his tone “You’ve got to remember India”
India? Who was India? She didn’t remember anyone called India. Was that someone in her class?
“No, I don’t know India” Bridget responded.
She watched as Declan pulled a face of complete anguish. Bridget was frightened, she didn’t want to be around him when he was acting like this.
“Declan…I’m going, I’ll see you around”
She walked away as quickly as she could. She looked behind a few times to make sure he wasn’t following her. Thankfully he wasn’t, he was just standing there….watching her. Creepy. So much for a nice start to her first full day back. She was going to have to ask Donna about what was going on with Declan.