MY Guardian Angle

(Or to put it in Bridgett's point of view)

My Dead Stalker

By Me

Prologue

One Christmas Eve night in the year 2000, a five (and a half) year old little girl (Named Bridgett Rodner) and her twenty-seven year old mother (Sharrol Rodner) were driving down a wavy long road after a Christmas gathering with family. Trees surrounded them and the sky was black yet lit by the moon, and snow fell from it quickly and angrily. A blizzard (Guess what's gonna happen.)

Little Bridgett sat in the back seat paying with her new dolls, a gift from her Aunt Meg. Like her mother, she had long black hair and crystal blue eyes that sparkled with imagination. Her mother was driving and talking to her ex-husband on her cell.

I watched from above, knowing what was about to happen. And I knew there was nothing I could do. But I looked on the bright side. Everything happens for a good reason. Right?

I could hear Bridgett's mother, who was now screaming on the phone, telling her ex to "Shut up!" and cussing him out and saying things that four year old girls should never hear. Bridgett sat in the back, stiffened shooken and scared. The blizzard became worse and became harder to see.

"Mommy," Bridgett whimpered in a frightened tone.

Then it happened. It happened fast.

The car slipped and made a sharp turn, and squeeking noises could be heard from it, it began rapidly shaking back and forth, and going in different directions, Sharrol couldn't see which way they were going. She gasped as she lost all control and they were suddenly heading violently towards the woods, bumping and rolling over bushes rocks and broken tree branches. I could only imagine the fear they must have felt.

Somehow the car had flipped over after hitting a large tree.

Bridgett was scared stiff. Her mother was grimacing as if she were in a lot pain, and suddenly her whole face turned blank and a great fear washed over her. She couldn't feel anything. She was numb.

Apparently she knew at that moment she was going to die, because she put all her effort into getting to her daughter. To speak her last words. She didn't have much time and was slipping, so she didn't say as much as she would have liked.

"You can be anything. I love you."

And that was the day that I, Solomon, became Bridgett Rodner's Guardian Angle.

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