Lost

Chapter 11

Belle’s POV

My feet tread alongside the road, over hills and branches and other minor obstacles until suddenly the landscape becomes flat. When I come across the turn in the road, it goes from complete silence to utter chaos as I see cars whizz by. The road itself is in the middle of nowhere, it’s just a random road in the middle of a grassland; but for some reason, this happens to be the main road that apparently everyone has to drive on. It is then I realize that this is my first real obstacle.

“Oh no…” I mutter to no one in particular.

I release a sigh so big that if anyone was walking by would assume that I had just sucked the air out of the atmosphere.  I stop walking and stare at the cars filled with people, probably happy people with moms and dads…

What am I going to do now? What if the police find me and they send me back to the orphanage? Or even worse…jail! But I’m not doing anything wrong…I’m just trying to find my grandma. There can’t be anything wrong with that. Can there? Oh no. No, no, no…I can’t let anyone see me. What should I do?

My pulse quickens as images of police cars and an angry Hableknuck flash across my mind. I immediately hide behind a nearby tree a couple yards away before I draw any more attention to myself than I already have by wearing a white dress in a bright green field. I slide my back down the tree’s trunk and sit there in defeat, not at all sure of what my next move will be.

Okay, maybe if I just stay low, no one will see me. It can’t be much farther…

I get on my hands and knees and continue on the rest of my journey by crawling. The feeling of dirt and grime under my nails and mud encrusted into the palms of my hands is far from my comfort zone, and it honestly disgusts me. But, what choice do I have? For what seems like forever I continue crawling straight through the field until I see the sky turn different shades of blue and then a different shade of a different color all together. Now as much as I would have loved to stop and watch the sunset, my focus was on the ground. I realized from past experiences that there are many things on the ground: bugs, broken glass, rocks. All these things can be very painful if I were to accidentally step on them. This is why my eyes never left the ground. The closer to the ground I was, the safer I would be.

Ughh. This is so boring. How much longer can it really be?

Boredom was the least of my problems because a couple of minutes later…

I’m hungry.

Seconds later, I can hear my stomach grumbling and I know for a fact that it is dinnertime at the orphanage. I’m not used to being hungry, let alone starving and without any means of getting food whatsoever. In another hour or less it will be dark and I’ll have no choice but to sleep with an empty stomach, that is, depending on whether or not how far away the hospital really is.

I’m starting to get the feeling, that sickening feeling in your stomach, when you know things have gone terribly wrong.

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