Always Be Forever

Chapter 29: Bellafonte

2087, BCE, October

"I need to take him to the hospital,"

I had told Alex and Ben before I had held onto Mulan and ran off, hoping that I'll be able to get Mulan help. Not knowing where the hospital was I had to stop and think about where I was. I was now in Alex and Ben's timeline. If I was Alex and I needed to get to the hospital, how would I get there? That's when I remembered the vial of blood that was still in Mulan's side pocket. I can just use that and the portal to the hospital. "Bellafonte?" Mulan had let out, trying to stay alive. "Stay with me, I'm going to get you help," I had told him before I had grabbed the vial from his pocket. Making sure that no one was there and driving by, I erased the number 10 and had put down the letter H. Opening the vial, I had let some of the blood spill out onto the sidewalk before I had put the rest of it back in his pocket. Watching the blood collect together into a line, it then raised itself from the ground and formed a spiral inside of a circle. It turned blue, instead of turning red, which is what it's not supposed to do. Grabbing Mulan and carrying him off the ground, I jumped through and decided to take my chances. I'm not going to let Mulan die on my account. Once we were through the portal, we were outside of the hospital. Rushing in, while holding onto Mulan, I noticed two people sitting there at the entrance. It was Lucy and David. "Cashmere?" They had asked, looking at me, without realizing that I wasn't. I didn't have time for chitchat. "I need help," I had told the person at the front desk, but the person was busy and on the phone. Instead of continuously asking the person, I decided to sit down and hold onto Mulan, the choice I shouldn't have made. But if I continuously asked the person, they would have called someone on me, because I look exactly like Cashmere.

Sitting there, I could feel more blood seeping out of Mulan's shirt, and as a doctor had walked through the doors that lead to the patient rooms, I stood up and walked straight to him. "Please, my husband needs help," I had told the doctor, but he wasn't answering me. He was in shock that I looked like Cashmere. "My name is Bellafonte, and my husband's name is Mulan," I had told the doctor. "Oh we'll help you all right," the doctor had told me before he had got his phone out. He called the rest of the doctors, and they came rushing to the scene with a stretcher for Mulan. Staying by Mulan's side, the doctor had told me, "My name is Doctor Henshaw, and I'm going to be taking you with me." Wait, I don't understand. "I want to be with my husband, I want to be with Mulan," I had told him, and then I pushed him over to the side, not realizing that I had used my magic on him. "I need help," I had let out when I was beside Mulan again. "Bellafonte, get Cashmere," Mulan had told me before Doctor Henshaw had came back up to me, grabbed onto me at the waist, and pulled me back as Mulan had entered into a room with the other doctors head first on the stretcher. I was able to free myself from his arms one final time, and that was when I saw Ben with Jason and Snow. "What the hell?" Snow had asked. "Cashmere?" Jason had asked out-loud. I then looked at my right arm, noticing that the tattoo was invisible. Raising my left arm, facing the palm down, I used my magic to reveal the tattoo, and that was when I heard Ben exclaim, "Bellafonte," and Doctor Henshaw had grabbed onto me one final time, wrapping my hands in rope, and taken me out the back. Taking me into his car, he drove me downtown, and before he took me into a building, I heard him tell me, "You want help, I'll get you help." Inside the building, there were people wearing white patient clothes, and they were all in different corners with different people.

There was one corner where I had seen people levitating objects, and another corner where I could tell fires were constantly being put out. They were taking me to a special corner. This corner was where people with abilities that couldn't be controlled were taken. "What is this place?" I had asked Doctor Henshaw before he had put me in a cell. There was a single bed with a linen cloth as a blanket, a white patient dress, and the wall that was keeping me was a glass wall that had three holes in them so I have air to breathe. Doctor Henshaw had now left, and I was able to use my magic to break my hands free from the rope. Touching onto the glass, I tried breaking free, but nothing was working. "Don't even bother trying," I had heard a child's voice say. "Who was that?" I had asked, not knowing where it was coming from. The only thing above me was a low dangling light, and I felt like an ant that was about to be squished. "Over here," I hear the child say, and I look over to my right to see a child in the next unit beside me. There was a glass wall between the two of us that we had shared, along with three holes in the middle so we could converse. "What is this place?" I had asked the child as I had sat on my bed facing the child. "Harvest camp," the child had let out. I feel like I know this place, yet I've never been here before. "What do they do here?" I asked the child, while holding onto my legs. "What do you think?" The child had asked. I had no idea who this person was, but I could see she was a female. She had long wavy hair, and had looked like she had just entered puberty, so she must've been in grade 7. "What grade were you in?" I had asked the child. One of the main differences between Cashmere and me is that I'm older than her. My real age is 450, but I look like I'm 29, yet Cashmere is 16.