As Bella climbed into her white sheet clad plastic matress, her thoughts were all on her dream she would have tonight. It never failed. Every night, at 2 a.m her conscience would go into dream land, and she would dream of him.
"Talk to him, Bella. Talk to him." She repeated to herself, so she would remember.
She heard a knock at the big metal door. Keys jangled and the door opened.
"Bella, it's lights out." One of the night shift nurses announced. The one Bella actually didn't mind. She was maybe in her 50's. She was very wise and Bella admired her for that. She had -what Bella guessed was natural- blonde hair. She wore glasses and she was adorable.
"Okay. Thank you." Bella replied, giving an award winning smile. The nurse shut the light off, and closed the door behind her.
Bella lied there, looking out of the wired window, just thinking.
Just a few more weeks, and Bella would be out of here. She would be gone and comfortable in her own home. She couldn't wait. But what if he came back? What if he wanted to talk again? What if he drove her to do this again?
She would be right back here, but for longer. Why couldn't he just leave her alone?
She needed Thomas, he would help her, he would tell the other guy to leave. Thomas would tell him to leave his Bella alone.
Bellas thoughts, caused her to drip into unconciousness. She was sleeping and she felt good.. Sleeping and dreaming caused her no pain. And that's what she wishes for the most.
-2:14 a.m-
He was walking, walking towards me. My stomach began flipping, like butterflies were just released from a bag, into my stomach.
His mouth began moving, he was talking. I could feel his sound radiations. Like when dolphins comunicate, through waves in the ocean.
Talk Bella! Say something! I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.
He looked confused. And began talking again.
His hair would move, with the movements of his head. What was he saying?
He moved closer and my breath hitched in my throat. He reached out and brushed my hair behind my ear, and caressed my face. he touched me.
Talk Bella! Say something! I opened my mouth again, and nothing came out.
Dammit Bella! Say something.
Bella..
Bella!
Bella, it's time to wake up.
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As Bella walked into Doctor Calvin's office, she was nervous. Would she be disappointed with Bella for not talking to the boy? Bella had tried, but no words would form. She wanted to say something.
The dream felt so real. He had touched her, and she could feel it.
"Hello Bella, how has your day been?" Typical. Calvin could sense something was wrong. She could tell Bella was nervous. But that was her job, to see through people. And help them.
"You're nervous." Calvin said. Bella's ears perked up, how did she know that?
"How could'ya tell?" Bella asked. Was she biting her nails? No. Was she biting her lip like she does? No.
"I can read you like a book, Bella." The doctor explained.
"Crack the spine." Bella mumbled.
"What was that?"
"What kind of book am I?" Bella asked. She was actually curious.
'I haven't figured that out yet." Dr. Calvin said.
"I dreamt about him again." Bella started. Calvin nodded her head, writing something down like she always does.
"Did you speak to him?" She asked.
"I tried. I told myself to. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. And nothing came out." Bella explained. The older woman wrote something down. Bella began to wonder what her handwriting looked like.
They say, you can tell what kind of person they are, just by their handwriting. If they were limited, outgoing or carefree. But Bella doubted Doctor Calvin was carefree.
"I want you to try something." The doctor started. Bella was released from her daydream and listened.
"I want you to say what you would say to him, before you go to bed. Have a conversation with him in your head. That way, when you see him tonight, you'll have something to say." She said. Talk to herself, but talk to him too?
"I'll try it." Bella said. She just wanted to talk to him.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Doctor Calvin said, gesturing to the door.
After Bella left, she went to the Recreation room. It sounds fancy. But in all honesty, it was a room, with a t.v, chairs and tables with crayons and books. She would never touch those crayons. There was a girl, in the west wing, who would stick them up her nose, and wail like a walrus. And then she would eat the tips.
Plopping down on a chair, Bella thought about what the Doctor had said. She began to run scenarios in her head. What she would say, and what he would say back. She imagined what his voice sounded like. If it was higher pitched, lower and manlier.
"H-Hello." Bella said to her mirror. This was stupid. She was talking to herself.
"Hi. I'm Bella." She closed her eyes and mentally disowned herself.
"Hey, baby. The name is Bella." She said winking at her reflection, as if she was a pimp. She laughed at herself and climbed into bed.
This would never work.
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