Ginger Snaps - Haunted

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Brigitte awoke the next morning, feeling for the first time in weeks, like everything was going to be okay. She felt like her normal self… She sighed happily and turned over in her sleep. At least, she tried too. A pair of arms was wrapped tight around her waist, preventing her from moving. Brigitte sighed but did not open her eyes. Ginger had obviously been having nightmares again. It was funny, Ginger acted tough during the day, but if she had a nightmare, she got into bed with Brigitte. Ginger never woke her, and Brigitte never questioned it. She didn’t need to, not with Ginger.
“Too…early…” said the sleeping form next to her. Ginger was right, it was t- WAIT. The voice that she had heard wasn’t Gingers… it was Sam’s! Brigitte’s eyes snapped open as the memories of the last few days came rushing back. Ginger becoming a Lycanthrope, murdering Ginger, running off with Sam, overdosing and finally… falling asleep in Sam’s arms after spending almost 3 days lost in herself. Had she really become so wrapped up in all this that she’d let Sam take over her life so completely?
“Shit” She whispered as she eased herself from Sam’s arms. She then fled into the bathroom as fast as her legs would take her. Once inside, she curled up in the corner, and cried.
“Geez Bee, give it a rest!” came a voice. Brigitte looked up, terrified yet curious. She had heard Ginger’s voice... but Ginger was dead... right? But there she was, in human form, sitting on the toilet, cigarette in hand.
“Ginger?” Brigitte whispered, not daring to move in case it shattered her illusion. Ginger smirked.
“Yeah Bee, it’s me! God, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!” she joked, laughing. Brigitte frowned. “Then again Bee, you did kill me, so I guess you are seeing a ghost!”
“You’re not really here Ginger,” Brigitte said, her voice shaking. Again Ginger laughed.
“It would really fuck you over if I was wouldn’t it Bee? An attempted murder charge would put a damper on your relationship with Sam! But hey, he might visit you in jail... if he could get his dick in you through the bars,” Ginger said, the smirk on her lips only growing. Brigitte snarled.
“He cares about me Ginger, which is more than I can say for you,” she said, trying to keep her voice low so Sam wouldn’t hear her. He was already worried enough about her, he didn’t need to think she was seeing things as well.
“Hey! I cared about you Bee! Still do. What the fuck did I spend my life doing huh? Looking out for you Bee. Beating up bullies, stopping Pam from interfering in your life, telling you what to do! I cared more about you that I did myself!” Ginger yelled, throwing her cigarette down. It disappeared the second it left her fingers.
“Ginger, you were a control freak! You told me what to do cause you didn’t like it when I thought for myself. And what about the last weeks of your life huh? Did you really even give me a second fucking thought when you were off fucking Jason, or when you killed all those people! Did you even consider my feelings at all when you tried to seduce the only person I had in my life that wasn’t you!” Brigitte whispered, keeping her voice calm and level. Ginger is not really there. She told herself.
“I did that shit for you! I fucked Jason cause I thought it would get rid of all the fucking urges I was having, I killed those people to protect you! And Sam just wants in your pants. I was trying to prove a fucking point!” Ginger snarled.
“No Ginger, you just didn’t give a shit! You said it yourself! You were somebody when you were changing, and you didn’t want to come back to me!” Brigitte said.
“Hey! What the fuck Bee, I told you too join me so we could be us again. We could have had our own pack with a pact. It would have been sweet Brigitte, so us. You’re the one that didn’t want to uphold the pact rules! Together forever! You didn’t want to be together, that’s your fucking problem!” Ginger screamed.
“I didn’t want to be a monster!” Brigitte stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“No you wanted to be me,” Ginger smirked. Brigitte laughed.
“I tried it that way Ginger... I went back to being me the first chance I got!” she said, her smile mimicking Ginger’s smirk. “I saw who you really were Ginger, the Lycanthropy only encouraged what you really where. A bitch,”
“Oh ouch Bee, your words hurt,” Ginger mocked. “Yeah I was a bitch but at least I can admit to that! I was something you know, not like you, you’re nothing... you just exist....”
“Yeah well maybe I can change that now that you’re not around,”
“I’m not going anywhere Bee,” Ginger said, another cigarette appearing between her fingers.
“I’m not going to let you ruin my life again” Brigitte whispered. Ginger laughed.
“There’s not much left to ruin Bee,” she said. “But hey, an eye for an eye and all. You took my life, I’m gonna take yours,” Something about those words made Brigitte snap.
“You bitch!” She screamed as she pulled herself to her feet. She flew at Ginger in blind rage. However, she sailed straight through Ginger, and crashed into the wall. The heavy metal toilet seat fell off as Brigitte’s body collided with it. Ginger laughed.
“Gonna have to try harder than that Bee,” Ginger taunted like a school-yard bully. She was now at the bathroom door. Brigitte grabbed the broken toilet seat and rushed at Ginger, all reason gone. She wanted to get rid of Ginger, once and for all. This time she collided with the door. Blood gushed from a cut on her forehead, but still she did not care.
“Leave me alone Ginger!” Brigitte screamed. Throwing the heavy seat towards Ginger, who was now behind the shower screen. It shattered into a million tiny pieces that rained down on to the floor, going through Ginger as they did so.
“It’s funny isn’t it Bee, I tried to make you like this when I was alive.... who knew it would only take my death to turn you in an angry passionate young woman, should have killed myself long ago,” Ginger said, pretending to be in deep thought.
“You never had the guts to kill yourself Ginger,” Brigitte cried. Ginger laughed.
“That’s cause I was waiting for you Bee, I wanted out years ago, but no, Bee wants to go to school and get good grades, Bee wants to live! You’re the one that didn’t have the guts to die Brigitte!” Ginger cried. She was right in Brigitte’s face now, and, although Brigitte knew she would sail straight through her, she back into the corner. “But then what did you do when I died... you tried to kill yourself! But a fucking overdose Bee? How little-girly is that? ‘Ooooh I’m so sad, I killed my sister so now I want to die.... Ooooh I’m gonna take some pills cause....ITS SO FUCKING EASY!’”
“YOU THINK IT WAS EASY! SHOVELLING HANDFULS OF PILLS IN MY MOUTH ONE AFTER THE OTHER WHILE MY BODY TRIED TO STOP ME! YOU THINK IT WAS EASY KNOWING THAT SAM WAS OUT THERE LOOKING FOR ME AS I DID IT, KNOWING HOW UPSET HE WOULD BE WHEN HE FOUND ME!”
“HE WAN’T LOOKING FOR YOU! HE WAS RUNNING AWAY. HE FOUND YOU BY CHANCE AND HAD TO SAVE YOU FROM THOSE JERKS!”
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!” And with that Brigitte started banging her head against the wall. “Get out of my head Ginger.... you’re not there... just get the fuck out of my head!” Ginger just watched on, smirking. Brigitte was going to join her. At last.
Meanwhile Sam slept soundly in bed. The sunlight caught his eye, and he groaned out that it was too early, but he didn’t open his eyes. He felt Brigitte in his arms and he smiled. Things looked like they were on the up. A few seconds later Brigitte slipped from his grasp. But still he did not awake. He moaned once contact was broken, but then turned over in his sleep and cuddled up to the pillow. He wasn’t sure how long it was before he jerked awake, but it can’t have been long, because the sunlight had only crept forward a few inches more. For a few seconds he lay dazed and confused as he rubbed his eyes and stretched. But then it came to him, what had woken him. Brigitte in the bathroom, screaming, and a crash.
“Shit!” he cried. He stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom door. Before he could even knock, he felt Brigitte collide with it. “BRIGITTE?” He called out.
“LEAVE ME ALONE...” Brigitte screamed. Her last word was drowned out by the sound of shattering glass. It sounded like Brigitte was throwing herself around the bathroom.
“BRIGITTE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” Sam cried as he threw his shoulder against the door in an attempt to open it. It didn’t move an inch. “BRIGITTE!” Sam cried, again and again. On the other side of the door he could hear Brigitte talking to someone. Who? Herself... No... there was another voice.... but that wasn’t possible. Ginger was dead. “BRIGITTE COME ON OPEN UP!” Sam cried as the voices got louder. The words were unclear, as they were almost completely drowned out by Sam’s desperate attempts to get to Brigitte. A few seconds later, Sam’s banging was mirrored with a banging from the other side of the door. What was Brigitte doing in there? It sounded like she was really trying to hurt herself. “BRIGITTE!”
Back in the bathroom, Ginger had disappeared, but Brigitte still continued to bang her head against the wall. From behind her closed eyes, she could still see Ginger. Laughing, taunting. Suddenly, Sam crashed through the door.
“Brigitte... what did you do sweetheart?” he asked as he looked around the room. The toilet was broken, leaking water. Glass from the shattered shower screen covered most of the floor. There was blood from Brigitte’s wound all over the door, the floor, the wall... He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What had got into Brigitte? She wasn’t the sort of girl that went round destroying things for no good reason. “You’re bleeding...” he whispered as he crouched down beside her. He reached out to touch her, but Brigitte flinched away. “Brigitte, it’s me...” he whispered.
“I have to get her out of my head...” She whispered, pulling herself to her feet. Brigitte completely ignored Sam as she walked out of the bathroom, and started going through his bags. Sam followed, confused and worried.
“Brigitte, who needs to get out of your head?” He asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. It was shrugged off.
“Ginger,” she whispered.
“Ginger’s dead Brigitte,” Sam said. Brigitte didn’t respond. “Sweetheart let me look at the cut on your head. It’s fucking pissing blood, but I can sew it up for you, got aesthetic and everything,”
“What...” Brigitte’s voice as distant, as if she wasn’t all there.
“Yeah, I can’t afford health insurance... so I did a deal with a doctor friend of mine. He gives me medical supplies, I give him free pot,” Brigitte suddenly pulled out Sam’s penknife.
“Got to get her out,” She whispered as she opened up the blade.
“Brigitte what the fuck, give me that!” Sam cried. He threw himself at Brigitte and snatched the blade out of her hand as she put it up to her head.
“I have to get rid of her! She won’t leave me alone!” Brigitte cried, bursting into tears.
“Ginger’s dead Brigitte!” Sam said as he pocketed the blade.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT SAM! YOU! IF IT WASN’T FOR YOU HITTING GINGER WITH THAT FUCKING SHOVEL I COULD HAVE CURED HER! ITS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I’VE HAD TO RUN AWAY FROM MY FAMILY. IT WAS BECAUSE OF YOU THAT I HAD TO KILL GINGER, BECAUSE I DIDN’T WANT HER TO HURT YOU! I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU! NOW GIVE ME THAT FUCKING BLADE SO I CAN GO JOIN GINGER. THAT’S WHY SHES IN MY HEAD. BECAUSE WE’RE APART!” Brigitte barely stopped for breath as she screamed at Sam. He words shocked Sam so much he backed off.
“I’m not giving you the blade Brigitte,” he whispered, holding his hand above his pocket.
“GIVE IT TO ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Sam gulped, but did not move.
“No! Brigitte, what the hell happened in that bathroom? Did you see Ginger?” he asked, trying his best to remain calm in hopes that it would calm Brigitte down too.
“JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING BLADE SAM.” Brigitte screamed, throwing herself at Sam. “I WANT TO BE WITH HER!” Finally, something made Sam give.
“Fine...” he said. He drew in a deep breath, and forced out the next few words. “Fine, you do that, see if I care. But you’re not getting this knife,” Brigitte screamed out in anger, and ran to the bathroom. She pushed the broken door into place. Once inside she tried to find something, anything to hurt herself with. She grasped at the fragments of glass from the shower screen, but only succeeded in nicking her hands a few dozen times. She threw the glass against the wall, and huddled up in the corner, where she sobbed and sobbed, until her body ached with the effort.
Sam sat in his van, not able to make himself drive away. He had packed up everything, including Brigitte’s things, and had thrown it in the back of the van, intending on driving off without a backwards glance. But of course, the second he had got into the driver’s seat, he felt guilty. Who knows what Brigitte was doing to herself in there.... he couldn’t just leave her. Could he? He took out a cigarette and lit it. He smoked it slowly, using the time to weigh up his options. He was overcome with a sense of déjà vu. But this time, he didn’t drive off. He got out of the van, and went back into the motel room.
“Brigitte...?” he called out. “You okay?” Brigitte didn’t respond, so Sam pushed open the bathroom door. “Brigitte?” Brigitte was curled up on the floor, her head and hands dripping with blood. Her face was red with emotion, her eyes were swollen.
“You must think I’m crazy, what with all the things I’ve done in the last few days. But you have to understand, without Ginger, I don’t know what to do. She always told me what to do... I don’t know how to act without her. I just want to lash out or completely withdraw, and that isn’t right... I need Ginger so much Sam... so much I imagined she was here... but she’s not here, and I don’t know what to do...” Brigitte whispered, her eyes wide and shining. Sam held out his hand.
“I’m here...” he whispered.