Lost

Chapter 12

Belle’s POV

The night dragged on… along with my hands and knees against the grassy field. On the bright side, my stomach’s crave for food, or any type of nourishment ,really,  died down, so that it was more bearable compared to how it was a couple minutes ago.

I’m too tired to go on…so…so…tired. I can’t-

These are the last thoughts that enter my mind before I collapse onto the otherwise cold, hard ground, if it weren’t for the soft layer of thick grass.

There I lay, in the middle of a field, with the dark night sky looking down on me as the stars glistened and glowed, like my night light at home. 

Meanwhile, the fireflies dance in my mental absence and hover above me, haunting me. They know where they were going. They know where they are meant to be in this world.  They have a purpose.

The creepy, crawly night crawlers climb onto the skirts of my dirty white dress and make their home. But I have no say in it, because I am fast asleep…

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Dream:

(flashback)

“Hi!” A perky voice of a girl, who can’t be much older than me, says to me, or at least I think it was to me.

I whip my head around to find myself in front of a girl, a smiling, happy girl. Her big brown eyes look down at my sad ones and I finally feel like… I feel okay. I feel as if what just happened in the past couple of hours doesn’t matter. I’m going to be okay now.

“Hi…” I smile meekly and look up to meet her gaze. I feel so small and tiny against her tall figure.

“What’s your name?” She smiles again and speaks to me softly, getting the hint that I was a little shy.

“Belle. What’s yours?” I ask, with a bit more confidence, but my voice sounds all cracked and raspy, so I doubt she even heard me.

“That’s pretty. I’m Bethany. Here, do you need any help?” Bethany takes my bag, filled with a fraction of my possessions-just some clothes and old happy memories.

“Oh. Thank you. Umm…” I hand her my bag, which she takes with ease, and I look around the lobby, a little dissatisfied with its appearance. After all, first impressions do matter.

“Don’t worry. It’s not so bad. It beats living out on the streets like a hobo.” She chuckles and walks out a nearby, chipped wooden door-I follow, hesitantly.

“Yeah. Ummm…where are we going?” I awkwardly ask as we make our way up a long creaky stair case.

“To our room.” She casually mentions as she climbs up the last step.

“Our?” I stop in mid-step and give her a questioning look.

“Yes. There’s about 12 other girls here. Now I want to warn you…They probably won’t seem like the nicest bunch of girls, but they’re okay…” Bethany carries my bag in one hand and uses the other to help me up the last step. With one last creak, I have reached my destination-a random room upstairs of some old building.

This is going to be my home…

“Ummm…” I mumble to myself, prepared to say something meaningful, but actually not very prepared at all.

“You don’t talk too much do you?” Bethany assumes with a slight frown on her face.

I used to talk a lot…but I don’t feel like it now.

Instead, I just shrug in response.

Old memories of the hospital flood my mind and I don’t feel so okay anymore.

I just want to forget…

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