Lost

Chapter 39

Belle’s POV

Belle…

“Mmm.” I groan as I begin to wake up from the terrible nightmare I had just lived through.

“…sa…..y…”

What was that? Am I dreaming?

“Hey!” A voice calls out.

Well hey to you to…

“Wake up.” The voice says to me.

I’m already up.

“I’m serious. You need to get up.”

Shut up voice! I told you! I am up!

“This is ridiculous.” The voice sends a cloud to take me away to a land of marshmallows and candy.

Whee…I’m flying. This is fun.

“Waste of good water.”

What water? There’s no water in candy land!

Suddenly, something cool and refreshing splashes against my face.

“Maybe you are dead.”

I’m not dead!

“…not…dead…” I mumble inaudibly right before I wipe the droplets of water displayed on my face.

“Good you’re awake.” My vision is really blurry and it's really dark but it seems like a little troll is talking to me.

He must be the voice!

“Who are you?” I sit up and bang the side of my head until I remember exactly what is going on and why a troll is talking to me.

“Ummm…Trey?” The troll talks as if he doesn’t know his own name.

“Trey the troll?” I ask him right before his silhouette forms the figure of a boy.

He’s not a troll! He’s a-wait…what happened?

“What? I’m no troll! What’s wrong with you?” Trey gives me a quizzical look and questions my current health-and I honestly don’t blame him for doing so, I am feeling pretty loopy.

“What (grunts) happened?” I try to sit myself up, but my whole body seems to be in pain, and I can’t find the strength to move.

“Take it easy. You just got beat with a metal pipe, like, 20 times. I’m surprised you’re not dead.” He reveals this new piece of information and suddenly everything is clear.

“Wait…Where’s Bethany? Is she alright? What day is it? How long was I out?” My head begins buzzing with all these questions and with each question I ask, Trey fails to answer it.

“Just shut up.” Trey’s response is cold and curt, two things I couldn’t have hated more at the moment.

“I-“ The plan was to go on this big rant about how he should be answering my questions and not being the jerkhead he is, but I suddenly feel very, very sick and queasy.

“I told you to shut up for a reason. I’ll answer your questions later. Let me drag you to your mat.” Trey gently grabs my feet and roughly drags me across the floor, and let me tell you, it is one bumpy, uncomfortable ride.

Nooo…why couldn’t he just let me be? Ow. OWW! Ow….my poor head.

When I finally reach my destination, Trey slowly slides my head under the table and uses the folded mat as a pillow to rest my aching head. As he is laying out the blanket across my body, I feel the need to blurt out, yet, another question; only this time, my question is to be answered.

“Why do you care? Why are you-“

“You’re an idiot for doing that, you know? But, I dunno, I’m just (pauses)surprised you’re not dead. I guess that’s something to admire, and don’t get me wrong because I actually don’t care. I’m just doing this (pauses) because I want to.” He finally finishes.

That’s good enough for me.

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