Lost

Chapter 3

Belle's POV

 An hour later...

*phone rings*

"I'll get it!" My high-pitched voice shatters throughout the hall as I jump up from my grandmother's lap and make a dash to the wall phone before a single sound of dissaproval can be heard.

It must be mommy and daddy!

The wall phone is just a foot over my head, but using my smarts I do what any foolish child would do-I yank the cord, causing the phone to come crashing down on the floor.

"Belle!" My grandmother gasps in complete and utter shock by the high intensity of the sound, created by the phone as it meets the polished wooden floor. She looks at me sternly with anger in her eyes just as she is about to stand up from her comfy spot at the couch, until she remembers the crucial fact that I am only a child and much too cute to be yelled at. With a loud sigh, she sits back down and lets me answer the phone.

"Sorry." I apologize with a toothy grin-see I'm adorable.

I pick the phone up from the floor and place it right against my small ears as the excitement builds up inside me just waiting to burst out. In all my excitement I forget to listen to the person talking on the other line and the only words I hear are 'come' and 'sorry' and 'hello?'

"Hi." I say weakly into the phone, not expecting to hear anyone but my parents on the phone. Thsi catches me completely off guard.

"Oh hello, could you please give the phone to a Misses Rosalinda?" the voice asks me kindly and considering the fact that he said 'please' I would normally do as I am told, but I do not know of this 'Rosalinda'. 

"Ummm.... grandma?" I shrug my shoulders, and at the mention of 'grandma' my grandmother races (or at least fast walks)to the phone and rudely grabs it from my hands.

I step back and watch as my grandmother talks to the stranger on the phone. At first, my grandmother seems worried and then ...sad. Almost immediately, tears start dripping down her face as she begins to cry into the phone. I stand there in awe-grown-ups never cry, especially not in front of little kids.

I don't understand. Is the man upsetting my grandma? But he seemed so nice on the phone. Well he'd better stop it.  My grammy never did anything to him. But whatever it is,I'm sure it couldn't be that bad, could it?

My grandmother places the phone back on its place on the wall and for a secodn she stares at my big wide, curious eyes and I stare into her wet ones. She takes one deep breath, about to speak. When nothing comes out, her breathing becomes irregular as panic slowly swells up inside her until she places a hand over her chest. Then it all happens so fast...

"Belle I...your parents...(groans) call 911..." After these words are said, her moans are the last sounds I hear before...

My screams have never been so loud, not even when I was a baby. I have never felt so scared in my life. My grandmother's body slams against the floor much like the phone had earlier. I have to jump out of the way so that I don't get crushed. Her head lays right below my feet and the sound of her   head hitting the floor makes me cringe and burst into tears. I try screaming for my grandmother with all my might and with all my energy, but she stays there motionless with no sign of ever waking up. It's as if it doesn't matter how much I try, which I have never known to be untrue.  Then I think that maybe I shouldn't have moved out of the way, maybe I was meant to catch her. But I wouldn't know. This has never happened before in my entire lifetime and I am 6 yeard old.  Surely, this can't be normal. Something is not right. No, it can't be. I can't really be alone. I am just a child. I am just a child. How am I to know? Panic arises and I don't know what I should do. She isn't moving and no one is around. I'm all alone. I'm scared. Petrified. I freeze in place and stare at the ground. This could not be happening. No, this can't be real. This is not life. Life is not so cruel as this. I must be dreaming. If I wake up, everything will be alright, just like my grandma said. If only I knew... What is happening? I don't know.

Please wake up. Grandma, I don't know what to do. Please! Please help me! I'm sorry if I upset you! Please! I don't understand what's happening! 

My cries of help echo the house, but no one can hear me.

You said you'd always be there for me...where are you?

Something my mother used to say to me, no longer has any meaning.

I am alone.

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