Ginger Snaps - Haunted

Sam looked up at the approaching lights, although he couldn’t be sure that they were looking for either him or Brigitte, he was sure that Brigitte was likely to stop them and confess that she killed Ginger. Of course, they would probably lock her up if she told her story… But in a mental health unit, not a prison. Sam couldn’t let that happen. He shook Brigitte’s shoulder one last time,
“Brigitte! Please let’s get out of here!” He cried, no longer screaming, but pleading.
“I have to tell them what I did…” Brigitte whispered. Sam let out a cry of frustration.
“You have fucking lost in Brigitte Fitzgerald!” he said, but he didn’t try and force Brigitte to move. Instead he picked her up, scooping her up into his arms so that she could not do anything to stop him.
“Sam! Put me down!” She cried, hitting at his chest and pulling at his arms. Sam simply tightened his grip.
“What and let you go running to the police with your lovely story about Lycanthropes and killing your werewolf sister? Fuck that Brigitte, you’ll be put away!” he said, calmly and rationally.
“They have to believe me! They have to! I have all my notes, my research, and what about Gingers body!” Brigitte pleaded. Sam ignored her and continued towards the greenhouse, and the van. “Sam please!” Brigitte was hysterical now. Her tears beyond simple frustration and grief. Sam felt his chest tighten, he couldn’t bare seeing Brigitte so upset, but he wasn’t leaving, not without her.
“I’m not leaving you here to deal with this shit alone,” He said. They had now reached the van and he was struggling to open the passenger door without putting Brigitte down.
“Then stay with me…” Brigitte whispered. Sam stopped, and, for a few seconds seriously considered it. Maybe he could convince Brigitte to lie about the events of the night… they could come up with a story… NO! There was no story, no matter how farfetched, that would cover up the events of tonight, and indeed, the last few weeks.
“Brigitte, sweetheart, you’re coming with me. End of story. Okay?” he whispered. Brigitte drew in a deep shuddering breath, and nodded. Sam smiled and placed her on her feet. She clambered into the van without protest. He knew the ‘sweetheart’ bit was a low blow, what with Brigitte’s little crush on him, but he didn’t care. Brigitte meanwhile, sat and watched as Sam made his way to the driver’s door. She heard in her head the words he had just spoken… she blushed, smiled…and hide her face with her hair. “You okay Brigitte?” Sam asked as he started up the van. He had mistaken her embarrassment for more tears. Brigitte nodded, more than was needed.
“I’m fine…” she whispered. Her voice was heavy with emotion, but a different one than Sam suspected. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. Brigitte didn’t look up, or give any sign that she knew that Sam’s hand was there… but her smile widened.
“We’re going to okay Bee, you and me…” Sam said, trying his best to sound reassuring. But Brigitte stiffened. “What? Brigitte? What did I say?” Brigitte looked up at him. Her eyes wide, almost maddened.
“You can’t call me that! Only Ginger could me that!” Brigitte stated, as if it were obvious.
“What Bee..?” Sam said, frowning slightly. He thought the nickname suited her. It was sweet…
“Don’t call me that!” Brigitte cried, more frustrated now. Sam drew his hand back, nodded.
“Okay… I won’t call you Bee.” He said with a sigh. “Pity really, its sweet… suits you perfect.” He looked at her with a smile, pleased to see she was fighting her own battle against her upturning lips. A battle she was losing. “I’ll just have to think I’m my own little nickname for you won’t I?” he said. The battle was over now, and Brigitte had the biggest smile on her face. She struggled with her reply.
“Y-yeah…I-I-… I guess so…” she whispered, again hiding her face with her hair. Sam looked over at her and again, reached out to move the hair that blocked the smile that he so loved to see.
“Do I get a nickname?” Sam asked, now embarrassed himself. He turned his gaze back to the road so that Brigitte wouldn’t see.
“Maybe…” She whispered. Sam nodded.
“Maybe. I can handle that… maybe…”
Brigitte fell asleep, not but a few minutes later, but Sam didn’t pull over until much later, hours later, as dawn approached. He had a stopped in a large city, that he didn’t know the name off, to get fuel and food. He went to restart the van… but then stopped, looked at Brigitte and paused for thought. With a smirk, he got out and clambered into the back of the van. A few minutes later, he returned to the front of the van, syringe in hand. He checked to make sure Brigitte was really asleep, and then injected the monkshood into her arm. Brigitte jerked awake, and watched Sam inject her in her few moments of just woken daze.
“Why did you do that?” She demanded, as Sam pulled out the needle. She sat up and shook herself awake. Sam raised an eyebrow, confused at her angry reaction.
“To…cure…you..?” Sam said, saying each word slowly and carefully. Brigitte reached out and slapped his face. Hard. Sam was left reeling, and brought his hands up to the stinging red mark in shock. “Um… OW!”
“I didn’t want to be cured!” Brigitte cried, tugging at her belt. Sam grabbed her hands, stopping her.
“Right! You just wanted to turn into a fucking Lycanthrope and run amok in some little town somewhere,” Sam demanded.
“I wanted to be Ginger!” Brigitte cried and with that, she dug her almost non-existent nails into Sam’s hands. He let go, more in surprise than in pain, and watched, as Brigitte grabbed her chance, and ran.
“Fuck me…” Sam said, and with that, he banged his head against the steering wheel. He debated in his head if he should go after Brigitte. On one hand, he didn’t really want to go on without her, he was really enjoying her company, and felt good to finally have a real friend, that wasn’t just interested in a bit of free weed. But on the other hand, Brigitte couldn’t seem to make her mind up over whether or not she wanted to be with Sam, or if she wanted to just die and be with Ginger…or as she had just said, be Ginger. And she had just slapped him! That settled it for Sam, he reached out and slammed shut the passenger door with as much force as he could muster. He put his foot down, and drove off at a speed that was most likely illegal, but he didn’t think to look. He spent the next 20 minutes, driving around without any real sense of direction, calling Brigitte every single horrible name he could think off. The sun was almost up when Sam eventually stopped, in the middle of the city’s main street, at traffic lights. As he waited for the lights to change, he glanced up and down the street. It was filled with bars and clubs, now spilling out into the early morning air after a night of Halloween style partying. He didn’t really glance at anyone in particular, just simply swept his eyes over the drunken, stumbling crowd. The lights turned, he moved his foot down, but then stopped as something caught his eye. Brigitte. Brigitte, looking terrified. Brigitte, surrounded by a group of men. Brigitte, being pushed and pulled around by these men. Brigitte, stumbling to the floor. Brigitte, raising her arms in an attempt to defend herself. Sam felt something inside of his snap. He couldn’t believe a group of 5 fully grown men were taking advantage of a 15 year old girl. A 15 year old girl who was weak with the previous day’s events. A 15 year old girl named Brigitte… his Brigitte. Sam grabbed the nearest heavy object he could lay his hands on, and jumped out of the van, running at full speed, towards the group. He jumped onto the back of the first man he came too; hit him hard on the head with his weapon. A torch. The man he struck screamed out in rage and started twisting and turning, desperate to get Sam off his back. But Sam wasn’t letting go. He screamed at the man, called him sick and perverted. People were starting to pay attention to them, a cry of ‘call the police!’ was heard. The other men ran. “Brigitte! The van! GO!” Sam cried. Brigitte nodded, her lip bleeding, and ran for her life. Once Sam was sure she was in his truck, he let go of Brigitte’s attacker, and fled. He threw himself into the driver’s seat, and put his foot down before he even had a chance to shut his door. Sam pulled over a few blocks down the road, when he was sure they were far enough away from the men to stop. He shut his door probably, before turning to Brigitte. “What happened?” he asked, handing her a tissue to hold to her bleeding lip. Brigitte took it, and wiped away the blood before she answered.
“I was lost… just walking around… a-and…I was upset because I h-hit you….a-and…a-a-and…” Brigitte couldn’t continue. Sam reached over and placed a hand on her arm.
“Brigitte, take a deep breath, calm down…okay?” he whispered. Brigitte nodded, and did as she was told. She breathed in and out, until her sobs subsided. “You think you can tell me what happened now?” he asked. Brigitte nodded.
“I was lost, I didn’t know what to do or where to go because I couldn’t find you to apologize… I didn’t mean to hit you! I just don’t know what to do anymore… Ginger always told me what to do…. And then…but they followed me, and surrounded me… they said they were going to hurt me… I was so scared Sam… I didn’t know what to do…” Brigitte whispered, barely stopping to breath, not once looking into Sam’s eyes. Sam rubbed her arm for a few seconds.
“I’m not going to tell you what to do Brigitte… I can suggest what you should do but you have to make the choices yourself….” Brigitte nodded and looking into his eyes.
“I know… but it’s hard….” Brigitte whispered. Sam nodded, gave her arm a squeeze.
“It’s going to be hard Brigitte, you’ve lived in your sisters shadow for so long… but now it’s time to break free from that, to be yourself…” Sam said. He moved his hand away from Brigitte. He reached into the glove department and pulled out a joint. “God I need to calm down,” he said, as he searched his pockets for a lighter. “Mind if I smoke this in here Brigitte? I’ll roll down the windows.” He asked. Brigitte just sighed and held out her Zippo. “Thanks,” Sam said as he lit his joint. He took a few tocks and leaned back in his seat with a relaxed expression on his face. The relaxed expression however, didn’t last long. Within a minute he had turned a pale green. “Oh God!” he cried. He threw open his door and vomited all over the sidewalk.
“Sam?” Brigitte cried, looking over at him with a lost look. “You okay?” A few seconds later, Sam reappeared. He wiped his mouth, his hand shaking, but he nodded.
“Must be in shock or something…” he said trying to make his feeble excuse stick. But he really didn’t understand why his weed had suddenly made him sick... in fact it scared him. He shook away his fears and turned towards Brigitte, forcing a smile. “I’m fine now, okay, no need to worry,” he whispered. Brigitte looked terrified, but nodded. Sam frowned… there was something about the expression on her face. It was more than just concern for him… “You okay Brigitte?” he asked. She paled and shook her head. “Come on sweetheart tell me,” he asked. Another low blow… but this was important.
“I took an overdose…” she whispered.
“What! WHAT!” He cried out. “Tell me you’re joking Brigitte!” Brigitte shook her head.
“I stopped in a shop… and I was so upset… I couldn’t find you… and I couldn’t stop thinking about Ginger and what I did… so I got some tablets… and I took them…” Brigitte muttered, sounding terrified.
“Shit! How many pills did you take?” Sam demanded.
“60…”
“Holy Shit Brigitte! We have to go to a hospital… now!” Sam cried, restarting the van. Brigitte put her hand on his shoulder.
“I’ll be okay…. I don’t want to go to a hospital Sam…. Please don’t make me go to one!” Brigitte pleaded, tears falling freely. Sam had to take a deep breath, and count to 10 before he was calm enough to reply.
“Okay… no hospital… but please Brigitte, please… you need to make yourself sick, get rid of the pills,”
“I don’t think I can…” Brigitte whispered.
“Brigitte! You need to get those pills out of your stomach before they get into your system. Now get out of the fucking van and make yourself sick!” Sam cried, leaning over to throw open the passenger side door.
“I don’t know what to do...” Brigitte whispered, not moving. Sam screamed, climbed out of the van. He ran round to Brigitte’s door and grabbed her, before dragging her out.
“Come on Brigitte you are not dying on me!” Sam said, trying, but failing to sound calm and reasonable. Brigitte simply ducked her head. “God- Dammit Brigitte, is the fact that I care about you not enough to make you want to live?”