Belle Stone

Part 2

In the soundproof room, the baby grew alone. No one came to watch after her, care after her. No one wanted to adopt her. The only time she had some human interaction is when someone brought her food and even that was for the shortest period of time cause no one wanted to stay there more than they had to. They didn't feed her when she was hungry, they fed her when they considered it was necessary. Oh yeah, and once in a while, someone would come to change her clothes. There always being a battle between them about who should do it, cause no one really wanted it.

Bringing food, that was okay, it meant staying with her for a second or two but changing her was a different, more time-consuming task. This also was done only when it was solely needed to be done.

So the baby grew all by herself. The older she got, the sadder she was. She wondered why no one wanted to stay although she never learned how it is supposed to be. It was embedded in her that this was not right. The human nature in her kicking in and her need for company arose.

One day she noticed that everyone would leave once they hear her voice so she decided to test it out to see if it is true. I know what you are thinking, a child making tests is preposterous but she wasn't your regular child, she practically raised herself up, and during that time she had to learn things on her own so her brain developed way quicker.

By the age of five, she was making tests but there was one thing she couldn't do on her own and that was to speak. As she looked out of the window of what she preserved was home since she wasn't familiar with what an actual home is, to other people better known as prison. She saw people laughing and talking to each other. Well, she didn't really know what talking was. She only knew of screams and that is what she thought they were doing but it bothered her why the people that came in to give her food never done that, why did they leave when she was doing what she thought the people outside were.

That is what made her do her test, she stopped screaming, and when the people who looked after her noticed that they started looking at her as a human being again, and one hell of a human being that is. She was indescribably beautiful, her beauty couldn't be compared to anything or anyone from this world. They were so mad at themselves for not noticing it before, for keeping her away, for keeping her beauty unseen, not admirable. Back then they were so busy avoiding her voice that they never stopped to look at her, to study any other part of her.

For her astonishing beauty, and because they haven't done it before, they decided to name her Belle. Before they referred to her as a screaming child or more straightforwardly a demon and she was nothing to them than that. Now she is much more, from one extremeness to another, from a demon to an angel.

Of course very ignorant of the consequences of not talking to her when she was a baby they started talking to her normally as if she is self-taught.
"Hey, mind if we call you Belle?" The little girl was silent. She looked at the person who spoke with amazement. She is opening her mouth and the sound is coming out, but it is monotone, it is not high pitched, it is changing tones and it sounds melodic, nice, calming...The girl liked this sound very much but she couldn't understand a thing. She had no idea what the person was trying to do, what did she want from her, so she just stood there, watching, admiring, enjoying the sound formed by the person as she continued to speak.
"Oh, did you not hear me, dear? l said, do you mind if we call you Belle? We never gave you a name before and the people who dropped you off didn't say your name. What do you think? Do you like Belle?"
The woman was nodding her head a little bit, reassuring the girl that it is okay, that she doesn't have to be afraid or shy, not knowing what is actually the case. The girl was starring at this woman who was moving her head up and down in front of her and she took at as a thing the woman was trying to make her do so she started nodding her head too. The woman smiled at the girl. She took that as an affirmation that she did what she was supposed to and she smiled too feeling proud of herself.

The newly named Belle didn't speak for a while, she didn't know how to, all she knew, her only form of communication was screaming but the people didn't like it so she kept her mouth shut. The staff of the orphanage first thought she was shy but then after a month spent in complete silence they decided to call up a psychologist.