The Bakery Girl // n.h

Chapter 43: Fright

Bel's P.O.V:

A fist was thrown at my chest, making me groan in sudden pain. She was going to kill me, regardless to the small bucket of hope that was erupting inside of me, I simply knew it.

"You don't deserve to be loved!" She screeched as she slapped me across my face, I whimpered lightly, trying to hold all the pain in. I tried holding a blank face, but I would wince every time she physically hurt me.

"You don't deserve to be alive!" She punched me square to my stomach, making me groan in pain once again.

"You don't even deserve to be happy!" Her words were like a stab on the back, painful and bitter all at once. I held back my cry's, not wanting to make her feel stronger and myself weaker.

"But do you know what you do deserve?!" She shouted at me, her face flushed with anger. I made my gaze fall to my lap, not wanting to answer her.

"Do you?!" She shouted again, making me wince. I shook my head, not daring to look at her.

"You deserve death. Yeah, you deserve to to die and go to hell for everything you've done!" She shouted again, slapping me hard across the face. But then again, why try when it's getting useless? I stayed quite for a moment, thinking what I really do deserve. And unexpectedly, her chanting was the truth. I did deserve to die. Because all these years, I did nothing but block people away from me and hurt them. Not once have I done something right.

"And that's what I'm going to do" She shouted, flashing out the sharp knife, making me grimace.

"Hey, what are you doing? You just said you wanted to get even!" One of the men shouted. He had white hair, but he wasn't that old. He had blue eyes, one so similar to Niall's...

"Yeah, and that's what I'm doing you asshole!" Without further notice, she stabbed the sharp knife into my right thigh, making the tears and yelps of depression that I've held simply let go. She pulled out the knife from its place, making me shout in pain as the crimson blood flow out of the cut.

"Hey, stop it right there!" He shouted and came to stop her, but she pushed him to the ground.

"Listen her you jerk, I paid you to bring her, now you may leave" She hissed, before stabbing my shoulder, making more tears and screams to let out. I felt so dizzy, my body seemed to loose its control as blood continued to flow out of the cut.

"Stop it you crazy woman!" The man have stood up, tackling her as he tried to take the knife from her. She screamed, trying to get out of his grip. But once he had the knife, he had done the unexpected.

Her face turned pale, those once brown eyes turned dark as her body dove to the ground, developing a pool of red blood surrounding her lifeless body. I stared in shock; trying to progress what have happened. I glanced over at the man, who seemed to already have been staring at me. I locked eyes with him, regret and guilt flashing through those pure blue eyes. They reminded me an awful lot of Niall.

"T-Thanks for saving my life. But why?" I asked lightly, not able to raise my voice because of the dizziness.

"Let's just say, we've got even young woman" He smiled softly, I raised my eyebrows at him in confusion at what he meant. Sounds of police cars have been evident, and a sigh of relief left my lips. Once I raised my gaze to the man standing in front of me, except he wasn't there. I stared at the place he stood in, slowly trying to stay awake till the paramedics are here. I then sat there for a moment, just re-living every moment since everything started.

The years that passed by with me being depressed. When I first met Niall. When he took me on my first ever date. And when we had our first kiss. The first time I really smiled in so long. Yet, the first time I had my heart broken. The first time I've fell into a memory loss. The first time I knew the only person I've known forever have been suffering for a while. The first time I truly felt like crying. The first time I have found such a good friend to rely on. The first time I tried. The first time the drama happened. The first time I received a life threat message. The first time I knew something I should've known before. The first time I felt like I'm home again.

First. First. First. First.

It was always a first. I guess life is a series of unfortunate events that test you and see if your capable enough to be a part of it.

And it had proved that I'm not capable enough. I'm just not good enough. Because if I was, I wouldn't be so fragile and weak. Too incapable to face what's been written for me.

Life is a planned series of events. Everything is planned. From the day you come to life till the day you exhale your last breath. It's simply written for you. And you can't do anything to change that. What's written is already written. That's what I've always believed in. That's what we should believe in.

So stop trying. Stop trying to make this life of yours perfect; because you cannot. This life was meant to have bad events and sad moments, or else what would emotions hold? If life is perfect, and you're always happy, what can make it any different? We were supposed to feel sad sometimes. We were supposed to feel depressed. We were supposed to feel angry. Hell, were even supposed to fall in love. Because that's life.

People who seems always happy, aren't fake. They either hold all the pain inside or they haven't felt anything yet. And that's quite rare. Because everyone have feelings; there's no one who isn't included. People who hold all the pain inside, are similar to me. Because I've never showed my real feelings. I was scared. Scared of judgement. Scared of showing my weakness. I was overall scared.

But now I'm not. Because I know life is too short to think of people judging you. It's too short to be weak. Hell, I've just tested my own was-gonna-happen death not even a few moments ago. I'm not afraid anymore. And I know that it's just a shout to the skies, but I'm not.

"Bel!" I heard a similar voice shout from quite a distance, as my head felt dizzier, blackness decided to take over.

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"Bel!" I shouted from the gate, sprinting as I saw her lifeless body tied to the chair. I felt tears sting in my eyes, quickly wrapping my arms around her. I made sure her heart was beating, but it wasn't. She can't die. It's not fair. It's not fair for her to die. No.

"Please step away, we need to take her to the hospital right now!" One of the paramedics chanted, untying her legs as the rest did the same, lifting her lifeless body off the wooden chair. I grasped her hand, begging for her to wake up.

"Forever and always, Bel. Please don't leave. I promised I wouldn't let you go, but I did. I'm so so sorry Bel, please wake up" I cried desperately for her to wake up, but there was no use.

Bel was gone, and it's all my fault...

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BEL IS NOT DEAD OKAY?

She's pretty much alive last time I checked. Niall was overacting, he thought she was gone because her heart stopped for a moment. He promised her a forever and always, so she's not going anywhere.

There's just 2 chapters and an epilogue, *cries* 😭

I really hope you guys have liked this story, I've been stressing a lot over it, thinking it wasn't good enough. I was listening to "Good enough" by Little Mix while writing this, so don't blame me for being so sad and emotionally unstable right now.

Until next time,

Dana x