Sick Is the New Sane

Belle

Later that night when we arrived back to the castle, the prophet actually allowed me to have my own room and not sleep on some cold rock ground. The medieval style room was comforting and I could watch the constant storm rage on throughout the night.

I woke up in the middle of the night to a beautiful blonde girl standing next to my bed. She was maybe 15 or 16. She had a long vintage blue dress on and her hair was curly. She startled me and I jumped up surprised.

"Who the heck are you??" I whispered loudly making sure the prophet wouldn't hear that I was up.

"My name is Belle. I was a prisoner before you" she smiled innocently.

"Before me?" I squinted

"You are not the first capture of the prophet.... and you will not be the last Harley" she said

"How do you know my name?"

"I guess you could say ghosts are all knowing" she smiled again and sat next to me. I could see how she was a ghost. She was extremely pasty and thin. If you looked closely she was slightly see through.

"So you belonged to the prophet?" I asked

"I did. We were actually in love." Her smile faded 

"He captured me and he kept me for months. I did everything for him and soon fell for him. He was so young and handsome. We danced all night long in the ballroom until one night he got angry and extremely drunk. My maid at the time told me I needed to escape the castle and get me and my child to safety."

"Your child?"

"Yes we had a son, but he did not want a child so I ran away to try to hide him. Once I got him to safety, he found me in the woods and...murdered me..." she began to weep.

"I'm so sorry Belle....."

"He's a monster Ms. Harley. You mustn't stay around any longer. I do not want the same thing to happen to you." She touched my face.

"What was your son's name?" I asked cautiously

"I named him Andy, he's.... in a different realm now. His father has tried to find him and I'm worried that he will succeed and kill him too."

My mind thought back on Andy that I knew and how when the Prophet came for me, the prophet called him "son" and "how it was good to see him again" I wonder if Andy knew of his past.

"What are you going to do?" I put my knees to my chest under the blanket

"I really want to find him. I'm not sure where he would be though..." She seemed to become sad

"Well, I think I know where he would be" I thought for a second

"We must go..." She took my hand and she seemed to have supernatural powers because i saw the room spinning and we seemed to be changing realms. The scene changed from a dark gloomy castle to the white sterile walls of a hospital. I looked down and I was wearing a black lace dress and my hair was in a long braid behind my back. Belle was in the same dress and her hair was curled.

"Where are we?" She looked around with a confused expression on her face

"We are where Andy is. We are going to find him Belle, you'll find your son."

I noticed that when we were walking down the halls, nobody could see us. We seemed to be ghosts. This wing of the hospital didn't seem familiar. It seemed like it was the ICU because there were nurses running around and the mood seemed very serious. Belle was slightly worried but she seemed to stay on my heels as we floated down the halls. What stopped me was that I heard one of the nurses at the station mention "suicide patient." For some reason, my gut told me to follow her. Of course she couldn't see me and Belle but we followed her to the room that had someone that was hooked up to all these tubes and machines. My stomach dropped when I realized I knew who that was. It was Andy. He wasn't awake but he was still breathing. He looked like he was just sleeping.... Belle came up behind me. "Whos that..." She asked whispering.

"Its Andy...I didn't know that he was in here though..." I almost started crying. He looked so helpless. This was Belle's little boy and this was probably the worst place that she had to meet him for the first time. The nurses left the room and it was just us in the room now. Belle walked closer to get a better look at him. I noticed his arms were all bandaged up. It kind of made me guilty to know that I seemed to get away with my suicide attempt and well... he wasn't. I wondered if it was my fault. If me being kidnapped pushed him over the edge. A moment later I noticed him fluttering his eyes open. He was dazed and confused for a second.

"Andy?" I whispered and he made eye contact with me.

"Can you see me?" I asked him. He slowly nodded and seemed to become really confused and almost even scared with a hint of happiness.

"Is that you Harley?" He croaked

"Yeah, it is, and I brought someone to see you."

The moment that he and Belle locked eyes there was some internal spark that seemed to bring Belle back to life.

"Who are you?" he asked

"Im Belle, Im ..Im your mother"

Andy smiled and they embraced each other probably since the first time ever. I pretended to not see that Andy had shed a tear as he and his mom were in each other's arms.

I kind of smiled when I saw how happy he became. I explained to Andy how I was kidnapped by The Prophet and then Belle came to help me. I wouldn't be able to stay long and I wasn't sure when or if I would be back. It was really good to see him alive actually and I wish he could come with me back to the legion of the black with me. Our time was too short of course when I felt Belle start pulling us back away from this realm and the room changed once more to the dark and gloomy castle that I was trapped in. Except the only thing that was missing was Belle. I was alone once again. Was this a dream? Did I really just go and see Andy? I noticed it was almost morning time so I put my dress on and crept out of my room. The castle was quiet except the cracking of the torches that lined the long hallways. I reached the main living room to see The Prophet standing over by the bookcase.

"You didn't tell me you had a wife...or a son...." I said across the long room

He turned around in surprise and his long teased black hair flew over his shoulder.

"Oh Harley, you're awake!"

"You didn't tell me about Belle....or Andy..."

The prophet was taken aback and a little shocked he turned back to look out of the large stained glass window that he stood by.

"That was a long time ago." He said coldly

"So? You loved her!"

"I didn't love her. She was just a girl." His voice was trying to hide the weak spot that his heart seemed to open.

"Why did you kill her?" I asked but the Prophet had enough of my interrogation and flew across the room grabbing my neck.

"DON'T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME TO ME AGAIN!"

"Fine." I squeaked and he let go of his grip.