Bridgette Wells

Personality
Bridgette is not your everyday girl. She is not afraid to do even the most risky thing. She enjoys thrills and will never back down from a dare unless it is pointless and will cost her her reputation.

Bridgette is also considered a wild-child. Coming from the Wells family has made her cautious and suspicious of people. Once she knows all there is to know about someone, she may choose to trust someone. It takes a lot to earn her respect though. Bridgette is not respectful generally and is rude to those she doesn't trust.

A dark side to Bridgette is that she is manipulating. She uses her looks to get someone to do what she wants them to do. She will also exploit weaknesses to do so.

Normal life
Bridgette grew up in District 2. She loved her life and lived a happy childhood. She was quiet and never spoke much. Her true personality would not show until later.

When Bridgette was twelve, things started to change for the worst. One day when she was walking home, she heard a gunshot. Startled for a few seconds, Bridgette kept on going forward. Then seeing a trail of blood, she stopped. Being the curious child she was, Bridgette decided to go check it out. Soon she realized; her parents were just killed by Wildors. Bridgette screamed around and ran like a chicken with it's head cut off.

Then a hand grabbed her neck, choked her and blindfolded her and stuffed her in a van.

Kidnapped
Where am I?, I thought looking around. Surrounding me in a dimly lit room was a bed (which I was on), a lamp, a closet, and a dresser. To me, the room looked bare. Nothing looked normal, not a piece of it. After all, all I wanted was to go home, to where I belonged. My parents were dead though. I couldn't go back. Ever. My life, as a Wells seemed perfect. But it wasn't. My thoughts were interrupted by a brash man walking in. I could tell by looking at him that he was in his mid twenties. He was wearing a dark hoodie and sweatpants. The man in the hood, I thought.

"Young lady, what is your name?" The man in the hood asked.

"Claudia Vauhn." I said, lying

"You aren't telling me the truth, are you ma'am?"

"I swear. I am!"

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Hey Bridgette, how come you're lying?"

"So how do you know my name?"

"So you admit it. Bridgette is your name."

"Fine, it is." Then it hit me "You killed my parents! You kidnapped me! I don't deserve this! This isn't fair! This is not justified! You have absolutely NO right to do that to them!"

"Yes I do," He paused for a few seconds "Because they're Wells. And since you're one, you will die."

As soon as he said that, I attempted to run. It didn't work and the hooded man tackled me to the ground and started punching me. I managed to kick him in the face, giving him a bloody nose. The man didn't even bother stopping the blood from coming out. Preparing myself for the worst, I braced myself. We paused for a few seconds whom each seemed like hours ticking slowly by like in math. His blood was dripping down my shirt.

Eventually the hooded man pulled out a knife. Screaming, I made a last ditch attempt to run. But it did not work. Instead he slit my leg and stabbed my left hand. I wanted to scream, the pain was too much to handle. But the scream did not come out. Instead it felt like I lost my voice, like a singer with laryngitis. Well I managed to keep it in until he broke my arm. Then I let it out. Suddenly the man stopped and used the bathroom.

I ran out of the room, the dimly lit one and ran out of the house. I knew I was leaving a trail of blood, but I needed to get out of that horrid, stinky place. My left arm was hanging at an awkward angle and my hand was dripping blood like a leaky faucet. Eventually, making it out took up all of my energy. I collapsed on the sidewalk, screaming help. Eventually someone called for help.

The minutes waiting for help were agony.

Eventually medical workers did come though. By the time they did, most of my blood was on the sidewalk, creating a red puddle. Remembering how to act, they put an oxygen tank on me and put me on a stretcher. However my blood was almost gone. My tears were running out. And I didn't feel alive.

Then I closed my eyes, hoping for some rest in peace.

The Hospital
I awoke in a hospital bed. My heart rate was being monitored on a screen. Something about that machine was eerily fascinating, whether it be the colors or the sound. I couldn't get up, due to my leg; the pain was just too real. Here I was, in reality. Except this was not what I wanted it to be. I wanted to be back with my family, where love was taking place. But instead, I was all alone. And I was afraid.

I heard a moaning noise coming from the curtain beside my bed. Afraid, I thought it was a zombie. But a nurse came in and said "How's he doing?"

I said, "I have no idea."

There was a nurse on the other side and she said "I have no idea. He may not make it another day."

Then something grabbed the curtain and I could see who they were talking about. It was about a boy my age. His arm was in a cast and so were both of his legs. There were burns all over him and he looked... dead.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I could tell that I wasn't in good condition either. There were bloodstained bandages covering my wounds and there was a bandage covering my arm as well. I looked defeated, miserable, powerless ,and depressed. I continued staring at the girl looking back at me in the mirror. She looked different somehow, other than the blood in her hair, her arm in a cast, and her eyes wild. She looked brave, like she could get through any challenge. And that was who I wanted to be.

A nurse came into my room. I expected her to take care of the boy, but she was actually here for me. I knew I wasn't forgotten. There was some hope, I knew it. I just had to lure it out of its hiding place and summon it.

"Ms. Vauhn, I'm here to change your bandages." The nurse explained.

Then I looked at the hospital bracelet on my wrist. It said Claudia Vauhn.

Sometimes, to keep my Wells identity secret, I would call myself that. Obviously I was here before, but when.

The nurse broke my thoughts with "Ahem, don't you see me?"

"Yeah."

The nurse brought my leg out and took off the bandage. I was flabbergasted by the sight. My leg was a blistering red and had blood on it. I could see the needle and thread and I knew she was going to stitch it. Then nonsensical words came out of the nurses mouth,"Claudia, I'm going to need to knock you out to fix your wounds."

Letting the words sink in, I felt scared. Scared of having surgery. Scared of life.

Then the nurse stuck the needle in and everything started getting wobbly. The noise of the heart rate monitor seemed to blur into one never ending "beep". The nurse suddenly seemed to gain fifty pounds. Everything seemed like a poor water colour painting; each image blurred into one 2D picture. Except this wasn't in an artists mind. It was reality.

Then my eyelids felt too heavy and I blacked out.

Over the next few days, I was recovering from my surgery. They had fixed my arm, however I needed a cast. I chose one in burgundy.

Eventually I learned that guys name. It turned out to be Percy Mylis. I could have sworn he looked a lot like someone. But who. He looked a lot like a guy named Kyle. I got him to sign my cast even though his dominant hand was diabled. The letters looked a lot like:

GET WELL SOON. ~PERCY

His writing with his non-dominant hand was quite neat. Neater than most, in fact. I could feel something well up in my throat. Was it love?

The World Is On Fire
(3rd person view)

That night, Bridgette fell asleep, thinking about her parents. She knew how to do it. By "it" I meant avenge them. She would use fire. About at ten in the evening, Bridgette smelled something. It was smoke. She layed dazed in bed until the fire alarm blared into her thoughts. This was just like any day; every day, some lunatic pulled the fire alarm.

It seemed like any other day and it seemed that the other nurses thought that too. Until the flames devoured them like a hungry lion about to eat its victims.

Bridgette whacked Percy with her cast. "Get up! FIRE!!!"

Percy sat up dazed, wondering what the Wells member was saying. Then he smelled the smoke and could hardly move. Somehow out of nowhere, flames appeared to devour him. Or so Bridgette thought.

Before she had time to cry, she had a plan to survive. Sure, it wasn't a good one, but it was either that or die. And she did not want the other option. Death. And death appeared to be knocking at the door for Bridgette. Except instead of greeting it, she slammed the door in death's face.

The flames were getting closer to Bridgette now, she had hardly any time to react. Using her cast, Bridgette broke open the window and jumped out. She fell about four stories. The pain shot up her leg and Bridgette blacked out.

Another Hospital
I awoke in a strange place ''Oh great another hospital. Great place to fall in love again with a guy who will die. NOT!''

Eventually I recovered. I did not fall in love like I thought I would. And those two months were safe. My arm wound was a scar though

5 Months Later
I was supposed to arrive at this place. I was an orphan, in an orphanage. The orphanage wasn't to scrabby, just a few flaws here and there.

I was adopted. This family called the welders adopted me. It sounded familier. But from where?

The Test
My family was so cruel. They made me do horrible chores such as cleaning out dust vents that were super dusty. I actually had to clean them out.

And they made me babysit. Her name was Aurora. She misbehaved so much that I just wanted to slap her in the head so many times. I tried that and Mrs. Welder locked me in my room.

Yes, my room was locked on the outside. That gave Mrs. welder full priveledge to lock me in there any time she wanted. And that was a lot. I could feel my sanity being lost bit by bit, day by day.

One day that changed. I was in the garage, playing around with Aurora. She wasn't too bad once in awhile. But once in awhile. She demanded chalk and I had to dig around in the garage for awhile to find it. Then a bunch of files fell and dumped all over. The mess of papers it made was horrible, like a horror movie. And Aurora went in to tell Mommy. I had to clean them up. Then I saw something. It said Dennis, Jenny and Aurora Wildor. This family wasn't Welders. They were Wildors. And they knew my secret.

I knew I had to press on. But how?

I was in so much trouble. Aurora couldn't keep her effin mouth shut and she blabbered, told on me. And now I was locked in my room. I just wanted to knock down the door and run into the woods like the legendary Gale Freeman. But I had no survival skills. But that was an option, considering I learned to survive.

I looked out the window. Possible form of escape? I asked myself. Then I saw the spikes. I had to smash the window, climb up to the roof without falling and jump in their pool. Then I would escape out the from the gate and run. RUN. And I mean run away from these tortureous people. I found a wire coat hanger and made a hook. Then I tore the sheets off of my bed and make a rope. I ripped the sheets, not caring that they were cashmere and I tied the hook on the end of one. Tying the peices of sheets together was quite easily. I smashed the window and the glass shattered all over. Then I threw the hook on top of the roof and it stuck decently. Climbing was hard, but someone was climing up the stairs. I had to climb quickly.

And I did. And I did not take long. Probably thirty seconds. Then my door to my room was unlocked as I reached the roof. I could almost see the look of confusion on Jenny's face.

Then I heard sirens.

Test  Too Two
I could not go into the pool. The Peacekeepers were here.

Change of plan.

I would use my makeshift rope and swing onto my neighbor's roof. I made sure the hook was perfectly attached and I swung.

Did I miss?

No.

I did bang my knee on the roof however "DAMMIT!" I cried

Then I saw the person come out of their house.

That person was Percy.

Then I fell

"Catch me as I fall" I sung

And he caught me