Bridget walked outside to the parking lot with Sandra close
beside her. The two approached the small Toyota car beside one
Hummer and one Jeep. As Sandra jingled the keys around hoping to
find the one for the car, she noticed two men, one with blonde
hair, blue eyes, small but plump lips and a long-ish face, the
other with an African-American ethnicity, a round face and facial
hair. They both wore doctors' coats. It just so happened that it
was their Jeep parked beside their car. Bridget moved aside so
that the blondie could get to the passenger door.
"'Scuse me, " he said. It was obvious he had Australian
ethnicity. His accent was somewhat thick, but not deep.
Bridge moved aside, closer to the car. "Sure," she said quietly.
As soon as blondie opened his door, files fulls of papers began
spilling out onto the wet asphalt.
"Shoot!" he muttered under his breath. Both he and Bridge quickly
bent over and the collected papers before they could float
"Here," she said, handing them to him. She looked at his coat.
"Robert Chase" was stitched into the fabric.
Robert smiled. "Thanks," he said.
Bridge tried slightly smiling back. "No problem,"
"Let's go, Bliss!" Sandra called from the driver's seat. She'd
never noticed that she had already unlocked the car, loading it
with the groceries and was in the driver's seat. Without another
word, Bridget opened the door and slipped inside the car.
It was soon before long until someone said something at the red
"Who was that you were talking to in the parking lot?" Sandra
asked with her hands still on the wheel and her head turned
"He dropped his papers and I just helped him pick them up," she
said without moving any other muscles except for her mouth and
tongue. The two sat still in the car for another minute or so
until Bridget spoke again. "The light's green." She pointed out.
Sandra glanced forward, pressed on the gas pedal and glanced back
at Bridget. "Bliss, you need to learn to talk to people," she
Bridget groaned. "Please don't do this to me again. Quit trying
to be my mom, please."
Sandra ignored her. "I'm not asking for much! I just wish you
weren't so alone!"
The two looked at each other. One with worry the other with
anxiety and a touch of anger. But that was soon to change when
the anxiety and anger turned into extreme fright.
It happened quickly for Sandra, since she hadn't seen it coming,
but for Bridget, every second felt like a minute and every minute
an hour. The Mack label in the front of the truck had rushed
forward towards the tiny Toyota within seconds. Bridget saw it
just feet, inches, centimeters, and millimeters away from the car
before it finally hit. The collision was extraordinarily amazing
yet gut wrenching. Small and large pieces of glass scattered in
the air. Bits and pieces of the car hood flew across the
intersection. Both Sandra and Bridget were continuously tossed
around in their seats like rag dolls, until the air bags
deployed. There was a sudden crunching sound when they went off
and it wasn't from Bridget. Blood suddenly splattered on her face
and she was pushed back into her seat due to the force of the
airbag. The car had tipped over and Bridget let out a scream and
movedbehind her airbag as metal made contact with concrete. She
then fell forward from behind the gigantic balloon, unconscious
and stained with Sandra's and her own blood.
Nothing was ever the same.
"There are two deaths. One is physical. One is mental or
emotional. Physical death is when the heart ceases and quits
pumping blood out to the body. Mental or emotional death is when
someone has no life to live anymore. Nothing to live for. No
reason to breathe. NOTHING."
Bridget felt a sudden force on her chest. The force was soft, yet
rough. Her eyes slowly opened and her vision was becoming clearer
Robert Chase from the parking lot was leaning over her bloody
body doing CPR.
"She's conscious!" he called back to someone behind him that
wasn't within Bridget's vision. "We're going to take you to a
hospital. Everything's gonna be alright."
Bridget ignored him. "Where's Sandra? Where is she?"
Robert stayed silent.