Lost

Chapter 4

Belle's POV

Ummm....a number! Yes, there was a number...what was it?! I forgot! Oh no! There must be someone I can call for help...A number! All I need is a number! It was....it was......OH WHAT WAS IT? Was it ...no. But wait...wasn't there a number Ms. Robinson said to call in an emergency? Hmmm...

Flashback:

Ms. Robinson: Now remember kids, in an emergency you always call 911. Repeat after me: 9-1-1

Kids: 911

Me: That's eeasy to remember Ms.Robinson.

Ms. Robinson: Good, then you'll never forget.

(End of flashback)

I GOT IT!

I search the ground for the phone, until I realize that it is still in the hands of my grandmother. I carefully pry it from her  hands and as soon as it is in my grasp...

Wait. Is this an emergency? 

(5 seconds later)

I'm calling 911.

My fingers hesitatantly dial the numbers in the correct sequence and soon enough I am pressing  the phone to my ear just as it is about to ring. The ringing makes my stomach do little flips and suddenly I am not feeling any better, but worse, than I did a few minutes ago-this is the first time I have ever made a call and I am not sure what I should say or if I even need to say anything at all. Maybe the people will know what's going on and I won't have to talk at all. Yeah that's it. This is an emergency, so they'll know what to do. Well, I hope. How come Ms. Robinson never told us what to do after you called 911? Maybe this is the kind of thing you learn in 2nd grade. Oh no... If I mess up, mommy and daddy might never let me make another phone call again.

Where are they?

*ring*

"Hello, who may I ask is calling?" a cold voice pierces through my ear drums and consequently I panic, completely unaware of the situation at hand.

"Umm..." 

"Hello?" the voice repeats and again I come up with the same response.

"Ummm...."  I mumble, lost in thought.

What should I say? I really dunno what's going on...

"Excuse me. This line is to only be used during an emergency, so if you could please-" 

"My grandma is on the floor." I blurt out into the phone and the voice stops in mid sentence.

"She...is on the floor? Is she conscious?" She asks me a question I do not know the answer to-what does 'conscious' mean?

"I dunno what that means." I bluntly state into the phone, feeling a little lost at the moment. 

"Is she awake?" The voice states again, this time using simpler words in a more tender manner.

"No." I shake my head. "I  don't think so."

"Where do you live?" the voice asks me in a rushed tone. What's the hurry?

"Umm..well I'm at my grandma's house. But I think it's...somewhere in Carlisle and I live in Ohio and umm...maybe somethign something lane? Yes." I try to recall the signs I stare at everytime my parents drive me to grandma's but my memory seems to be failing me today- I do not work well under pressure.

"Okay, we'll be there shortly. Is there anyone with you?" 

Is there anyone with me? If there was anyone with me I wouldn't be in this mess? Does she know anything?

"No."

"Just stay calm. Do not leave the house until the  police arrive." The voice instructs me urgently as if this is a life or death situation.

"The police? Am I in trouble?" I mimic, ever so softly so that it is barely audible, reminding me that I am still very scared by all of this. I don't like being in trouble, and I've never done anything wrong before...and my mommy and daddy aren't here. What if they take me away? 

"No, now just stay there."

"But-" Still befuddled, I intend on getting some answers here. Well, I intended to, until the person hangs up.

*hangs up*

"Everything is going to be okay grandma. Don't worry." I kneel down beside my aged grandmother and hold her hand, just like how she used to hold my hand whenever I got scared, except that I'm the one that's scared, not her...

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