A Notch in Her Heart (A Pierce the Veil Fanfiction)

XXI

Belle's POV

A doctor walked into the room and paused in the doorway. Her name tag read 'Doughty' and I remembered her from my night I got sent to rehab.

"Oh, not you again!" I rubbed my temples in irritation and she entered the room.

"Hello, Belle. I see it's your mother this time." Her monotone and sarcastic voice was enough to drive anyone crazy and I had to sit and listen to her.

"Says here, those pills your mother swallowed, were enough to kill her. She's depressed and suicidal and needs to be under close watch."

"What're you saying?" Tears pricked at my eyes as I tried hard to deny the truth.

"I'm saying that we are sending her to a mental facility so that they can care of her. If you could gather a few of her things, that would be great." Dr. Doughty left the room and I stared over at my waking mother. Whipping out my phone, I punched in the number of someone I knew would understand me.

"Belle?"

"Yeah, could you please come get me?"

"Sure thing, where are you?"

"The local hospital. Just... I'll explain later, just get here." I clicked the phone off and gave my mother a kiss on the cheek. Outside, I waited for what felt like years but what couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes. I heard the roar of a motorcycle and he shook his brown hair when he took off his helmet.

"Brent, did you really think it was a good idea to ride your motorcycle here?" He shrugged his shoulders and took a seat on the curb next to me.

"Where's Jaime?" I rolled my eyes.

"We got in a fight." He frowned sympathetically and patted my shoulder.

"Well what're you doing here?"

"My mom... I love her but she's off the hook. She tried to commit suicide last night. She overdosed on pills and I found her not breathing in her room." I knew Brent would be able to sympathize with me because his mom was on drugs. She wasn't always on drugs and was pretty good for most of his life, but things happen.

"Wow, Belle. That's really gotta suck. She can't be by herself now, what's gonna happen?"

"They're taking her to a mental facility so she can live life there. As of right now, I'm supposed to be grabbing her things out the house and taking them back here." I gestured carelessly toward the hospital building behind me and Brent stood up. He passed me a second helmet and I sat on the motorcycle behind him.

The breeze whipping past my skin and the feeling of rush was nothing new. I've ridden on Brent's motorcycle before. This was just one of those days.

When we got to my mom's house, I asked Brent to wait outside for me.

"Just come get me if I'm not out in a half hour." He nodded his head and I opened the door to an emotional journey I was not yet ready for.

When I walked into the house, the air was sad. Flashes of memories washed over my brain and even reenacted in front of me. Of course, I was just imagining it all, but it felt real.

Memories of pretty spring days spent outside showed through the windows. Memories of lonely Christmases spent by ourselves played where the tree usually sat. The memories played and the image of my mother filled this personally sacred place.

When I got to the room, the pain became too much. Over and over, the memory of myself finding my mother not breathing, and in bed. One arm dangling, various bottles of pills strewn across the room with the contents everywhere, and one final thought.