This New Life

Chapter Two: New Things: Part 2

****Part 2 to New Things. This still is Chapter 2 just part 2. This will continue with Chandlers accident. Thank you for reading and enjoy!****

Chapter 2: New Things: Part 2:

I gasped for a deep breath, coming back to life. It was shocking, but not as shocking as it was to hear the old mans deep hollow voice. It ran through my body and sent chills down my spine. I quickly tried to run away, my head pounded as I tried getting up, so the lady pushed me back to the ground. My body was hot and wet from the heat outside and from the sweat that trickled down my forehead. My whole body ached as I thought of the truck and of the pain. Everything was starting to come back to me, running away, turning the corner, the truck, seeing me dead on the road, just everything. I needed to get away from this evil man that was holding me captive. 

"Please, please, ma'am! You have to help me! He's going to kill me. I can't stay here. Please get me back to my parents!" I rambled on, not even catching my breath that I barely had. The lady looked at me confused so I rambled on more.

"Je ne comprends pas, je suis désolé." She said, but I didn't understand a lick of her words. French I think, I couldn't tell, and I was so confused of why this woman was speaking French to me, in America!

I took a look around and finally noticed everything different about this place and realized I wasn't in America and must of been in Europe! But I wasn't completely sure, I mean, the cars and ambulance were very different. I looked at a street sign that was written in French. I now understood that this man, the old man, took me to Europe to hold me captive as his son because he never had one. 

I did take French last year but I hadn't learned all that much so I tried as best as I could.

"Lui pas le père..." I stumbled through and gave her a pleading look, begging her with my eyes to believe me, that this man was not my father. She looked over to the old man and back at me. 

"Qu'entendez-vous?" I paused for a minute and thought of what that meant. I rolled my eyes figuring it out, what do I mean?! I mean this man is not my father and is a kidnapper!

"Kidnap!" I whisper shouted. Her eyes widened and looked close at the man who took me away. He wasn't paying attention to us, but at a police officer that was asking him questions.

"Lui m'a pris!" I said, feeling scared again. I wanted to go home. "I'm from America!" I told her... she looked confused at first. "Lui m'a pris from America!" I told her. She put it together after a few seconds and understood. She called over an officer and they talked about everything I had told her. 

Even though I fully didn't understand what they were saying I took small bits and pieces out from their conversation. I looked at each of their expressions with careful suggestions of what it looked liked to me. They looked more concerned than anything. I was scared that they would think I was just crazy and I was saying madness from the bump on my head. I was almost praying that they'd believe me. 

A tall man, black hair and beard, and wearing a police uniform, walked up to me. He squatted down and took a glance at me. He sat near my head and started to talk in English! I was so happy someone besides the man who kidnapped me and myself knew English. 

"Listen, we are going to take you to hospital now. We won't let man in hospital. We're taking him to office, police." He nodded his head to inform me if I understood his thick accented English. Not bad for a French dude, at least I understood him. 

 When I got into their ambulance I felt a pinch on my arm and everything went black. Then I was with my moms baby, she had a girl. She was older when I saw her, maybe five or six. Her hair was golden blond and curly and her eyes were like clear sparkling water. Her skin was a porcelain white, her cheeks a soft pink rose, and her hands were like soft petals of a flower. I know that sounds kind of gay coming from me, but that's what I thought of when I touched them. I smiled at her, she smiled sweetly back at me. We danced in circles while she cheered my name.