Lost

Chapter 20

Belle's POV

Dream:

(flashback)

"Here." The girl hardly even looks my way, and instead coldly shoves a bucket into my little hands.

"What is this for?" I turn the bucket over and stare at it questioningly.

What could this possible be used for?

"For? Your job is to mop the floor with Bethany everyday. Got it?" When she does look at me, she gives me a hard-hearted glare with her two green eyes.

"Mop? Everyday?" I repeat in a stunned manner, whilst my eyes grow big in alarm.

I've never mopped anything in my life. I'm only 7. I don't clean things.

"Ugh. Yes. Wait let me guess...You've never cleaned anything in your life?" She sneers-my blank stare confirms her thoughts.

"I hate newbies. Look, around here-we have to take care of ourselves. Okay? You're mommy and daddy aren't here to take care of you. It's just us, so don't expect us to do you any favors." She puts emphasis on the words 'mommy' and 'daddy' and I almost feel like crying.

"HEY! Leave her alone! The poor girl's been through enough." Bethany jumps in to defend me. She looks at me with a small smile and wraps her arm around my shoulders to comfort me, which it does.

"Haven't we all, may I remind you? It's a tough world out there...If she can't handle it then-" The girl can't even finish her sentence because Bethany is once again quick to defend me.

"Just stop Annie! I'll show her around. You won't even have to worry about her, okay?" Bethany reasons with the girl, who I am assuming is Annie, but the girl is already too busy walking away to listen.

"Sorry about that. Annie is...she's had it rough too, kinda like you." Bethany turns to me and speaks softly into my ear, so she can't be heard.

"What do you mean?" I whisper back, a little bit curious now, and also...a little sorry now.

Her parents died too?

"(sighs) When Annie was a baby her parents gave her up decided they didn't want her. She always hoped they'd come back for her. They never did. One day Annie was about to get adopted, but Ms. Hableknuck wouldn't let them take her. We never found out why. Ever since then, she's been stuck here. It's sad really. She would kill me if she found out I told you, so don't tell her, okay?" Bethany explains to me in a whispered, secretive tone. She looks to me to see if I'll keep her secret, and of course I respond by saying:

"Okay."

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking...How'd you end up here anyway?" Her words haunt me and I just stare at the ground for a while, speechless.

"You don't-" Bethany tries to take back her question but I cut her off.

"My p-parents...they're in the hospital. The nurse said that they're 'too damaged' and they're not going to make it. I think they're de-" This time she's the one to cut me off.

"You don't have to say it. It's okay now. I'll be like your big sister. You don't have any siblings, do you?"

"I-no..."

"Well now you do. Don't worry, it only can only get better from here on out."

(The dream merges another flashback)

"This is no fun." I pout as I am mopping up our bedroom floor with Bethany for the first time ever.

"I know, but you'll get used to it." Bethany with a large sigh as she drags the mop across the floor lazily.

"Isn't there something we could do?" I ask her innocently as I heave the dirty mop into the water bucket to soak in more soapy water.

"What do you mean?" Bethany stops mopping altogether to listen to what I have to say.

"You know, to make this fun!" I reply back more enthusiastically. The grin on my face makes Bethany look back at me with amusement. She did always find my childish ways to be charming and cute.

"Fun? Okay. So what DO you like to do for fun?" Bethany leans against her mop coolly and chuckles at my 'thinking' face.

"Ummm...Well I like to...ummm...I dunno." I shrug and get back to mopping.

"We could make a game." Bethany suggests with another shrug.

"A game?" I echo.

"Sure. Liike....we could ..." I finish her thought for her.

"Pretend we're flying on a broom like a-a witch!" My imagination never fails to surprise people.

"Haha yeah....shall we?" Bethany and I race our brooms around the room and let the mop drag behind us.

We end up slipping on soap water right before landing in a soapy puddle on the floor. Soon enough Annie and Maggie are at the door way...

"Get back to work." Annie gives the both of us a dirty look and walks away with Maggie.

She walks away with Maggie...

Walking...

Running...

5 minutes...

Go.

Go...

(Slowly starts to wake up)

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"Mmm..." I mumble as my mind begins to return to its hold on reality.

Where am I? What happened. It's so dark...and (gasps)

"Had a nice nap?" A deep gruff voice asks me.

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