Soulsworn- Awakening

Chapter 9

Heather muttered, "pick up, pick up, pick up!!" as she called Bridget for the thirtieth time since she left. The phone clicked over to voice mail again and Heather hung up and threw her cellphone down on the couch in frustration. It took a weird bounce and clattered to the floor. Heather glared at it and contemplated throwing it across the room.

Bridget had left her house over five hours ago and Heather had been calling and texting ever since. She was frantic to hear from her best friend.. there was no way that Bridget would knowingly, intentionally not call her back. Bridget would know that Heather would be worried, particularly since she had left in the manner she did. It didn't make sense.. there was definitely something wrong.

"That's it, I'm going to Tampa," Heather said out loud. She walked into her room and began to pack a bag. Her hands stilled suddenly at a thought .. Mother..

Her mother had a severe case of dementia and lived in a nursing home. Since the accident that had taken Heather's father, her mother hadn't said a word. Her eyes constantly gazed straight ahead, seeing nothing in this world. The doctors couldn't explain it. Physiologically she was fine, healthy even. But her mind was completely gone. They had no diagnosis, no treatment plan. It frustrated Heather to no end. But honestly, her mother wouldn't notice if she wasn't there. She continued packing..

She made the drive to Tampa recklessly, fear causing her to speed the whole way. She pulled up, Bridget's car was in the driveway. Heather walked to the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and walked inside the dark house.

"Bridget?" she called as she fumbled on the wall for a light switch. Her hand found one and she flicked the switch. Bridget's bedroom door was open and Heather thought she could see her laying on the bed..

"Bridget?" she called again as she approached the open door. She walked into the bedroom and found the switch on the wall.

Bridget was laying unmoving on the bed. Something was not quite right with her expression. She looked as though she were in pain, her expression was pinched slightly as though she were thinking extremely hard though she appeared to be sleeping. Heather got an overwhelming feeling, almost like a voice..

**DO NOT WAKE HER**

The feeling was quite powerful so Heather settled in a nearby chair to wait for her friend to wake..

...

Bridget's eyes finally opened and she took in the scene of her best friend sitting next to her on a chair in her own room. Apparently while she was off with Ezzy, her car really HAD driven itself home and her body had ended up in her bed. How Heather had gotten here, she had no idea..

Heather's eyes were extremely concerned as she stared at her best friend.

"Bridget what the hell!" she exclaimed, "Why haven't you answered? I've called so many times!!!"

Bridget sat up slowly, shaking her head to clear it.

"I'm sorry lovely!" she began, "I just woke up! It's been an interesting trip to say the least.. I need to tell you about it."

Bridget stood quickly and said as she left the room, "I'll be right back!"

A moment later she returned a long thin blade in her hand. As she entered the room she asked, "Heather do you trust me?"

Heather turned and couldn't help but chuckle slightly,

"Bestie, the answer is yes- I trust you 100%! However, it's hard not to feel a little apprehensive when you ask me that while holding a knife.."