Lost

Chapter 22

Belle’s POV

Dream:

(series of old distorted memories)

My parents and I are at my grandma’s house-like cottage for the first time that summer…

“Mommy! Daddy! Don’t go.” My grip on my father’s leg continues to tighten the more he struggles to push me away.

My mother pries me from my father’s leg and I end up sprawled on the floor of my grandmother’s parlor.

“Bye.” My parents wave to me from their car, just like they always do. They leave me-just like they always do.

(Dream switches to another memory)

The scenery grows fuzzy and blurry and suddenly I am at the hospital in my white gown.

“Mommy…” I call out helplessly in a whimper-almost wishing that by saying that one word, five letters that meant so much to me, would make a difference and maybe it would bring her back.

I stare at their lifeless bodies, lying there motionlessly on those uncomfortably stiff hospital beds. They deserve better, they deserve to live-to live with me. My eyes can’t seem to look away, as if they’re peeled to the scene before them…The skin on their bodies look, for the most part, burnt-similar to the chicken my mother once burned. Their white skin is charred and covered in a grayish haze of smoke.

Were they in a fire?

I drift my gaze to their faces-I used to be able to recognize them from a mile away. Yet, I’m only a couple of inches away and I still don’t know who these people are. They can’t be my parents. I have never once seen my parents with even a single flaw on their face. Now, their faces look bruised and covered in deep blood-stained cuts, while their heads are covered in white, blood splattered bandages. There are too many wounds on their bodies to count. If they were in a car accident, they must have gotten hit by a truck…and maybe even fallen off a bridge.

“Daddy…” I try to take a hold of his hands, but they soon disappear…

(Another memory merges)

I feel myself being pushed onto a wet floor and I am no longer in the hospital.

Mary?

“SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear it! I don’t care if you feel bad for me! God you’re so annoying. Just leave me alone.” Mary screams at the top of her lungs in fury. Maybe if she wasn’t bawling her eyes out, I would actually believe her anger.

“I’m sorry.” I apologize sincerely, but the next thing I know a mop is being hurled at me.

“AHHHhhhhh…” I scream when the scenery changes again.

(another memory merges)

My screaming is followed by the snapping of a twig.

I am falling.

(memory of me waking up)

“Have a nice nap?”

The once dim area gradually fills with light. There’s so much light that I am blinded.

I can hear Bethany’s voice in the distance…

“Good luck. Take care of yourself.”

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I wake up with a much needed gasp for air.

Where am I?

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P.S. This chapter included some scenes that I didn’t mention before, so you get a better idea of her past, and what her life was like in the orphanage.