Belle Stone

Part 12

A few years passed by. Belle was becoming more and more beautiful. That beauty made everyone forget about her early years when she screamed everyone’s ears off. Although she was never aware of those incidents, so she hadn't had anything to forget except how everyone ignored her. Her so-called dad has made sure that she forgets it.

There is one person who never forgot anything. The person whose mind was always set on the baby girl Belle, who has forgotten about everything else in this world except that. It is the person whose life was destroyed in a blink of an eye. That person is the first woman who was even nice to Belle. The one who just wanted her to have a normal life and teach her how to talk.

She was sitting in her hospital bed starring at the wall. Her back dug into the mattress. Her hands laying on her stomach. They were placed on top of one another. The left one was the top one. The sheets, around her, were perfectly straight. Her pillow pushed her head forward making it swallow her neck. She hasn't moved an inch.

Only one thought was in her head, one moment that constantly repeats itself. There were no feelings left in her what-so-ever. They left with her hearing. The numbness was the same as the day they took her in. She was still alive but she didn't seem like it. Her eyes were blank and lifeless. The tears she cried that day, washed the life of them away. Nurses and doctors visited her a few times every day. They never found her in a different position than the one she was currently in. The nurses had to force-feed her food, leaving the mess on her pajamas afterward. The simple reason being that her mouth just wouldn't open up. Then they had to change her clothes. That is how every day went. Due to that, she was deemed incapable of taking care of herself so she never got dismissed from the hospital.

Her colleagues, her friends had all forgot about her. It wasn't even surprising that they did. In the beginning, everyone went to visit her, bringing her food. They even brought her a little notepad so they could communicate with her. It was no use. She never used it, never looked at it, didn't even acknowledge it's existence. On the other hand, the notepad was never empty. It served its purpose. They would leave little notes on it. They didn't want to write too much, wanting to save the notepad for as long as possible. Not because they couldn't buy more or they didn't want to buy more but because it had sentimental value. Its cover was the picture of all of them, people who she loved, or used to love, at her birthday party, her first-ever birthday party.

Once when they were talking about gifts, joking about the birthday parties they had. They asked her why she was so quiet and she replied that she has nothing to talk about cause she never had one. Right then and there the idea was born. They wouldn't leave it like that. She deserved better. So they decided they are going to throw her a birthday party because she was a best friend anyone can have, so reliable, kind, trustworthy, fun, funny... The list could go on and on. It was easy to find gifts for her. She just loved music, classical music that is. Her favorite compositor was Bach but that was just because that is the first name that comes to her mind. She couldn't pick between them. That music made her calm and happy, it didn't matter who composed it. She didn't mind getting anyone. She literally loved them all.

They bought her all of the gifts based on music or based around the people behind the music that is the ones that made music. Books(autobiography), CD's( but barely, having literally to make it themselves), records, gramophone, a violin ornament and etc. She stated that day that it was the best day of her life. Tears of happiness went down her cheeks. She was scared of that alone, never feeling that way before. It felt strange, just like every other unfamiliar and new thing. Although this scary thing wasn't bringing the usual negative emotions, it was a different kind of scary, well scary.

When they brought that notepad to her they had so much hope. They expected so much happiness and joy. It was the memory of the best day of her life. How could they not expect that? But it all fell apart when she didn't even look at it. She didn't even look at them. Although, that wasn't what discouraged them to come. That didn't stop them from visiting her for months later after that.

What discouraged them was her cold, motionless, lifeless body in which only the inner organs showed the signs of life. They had no use of those organs. They couldn't see them. For all, as they know, she was dead and that is how they started to treat her. They were close friends but what can you do when your friend emotionally dies. It hurts too much to see and that is the only thing you can do. You can only watch her. The body of her. It didn't feel like she was even there, just her carcass. You can't help with your presence. You can do nothing to help her. It is just as deteriorating for you as it is for her. Being there only makes you die a little more inside each time you come to see her. There is nothing left but to have a mental funeral and move on.

It was hard for them at first. She is a living human being. Their friend. Thinking about earlier, the best human amount them. The whole building seemed empty without her, even when the new guy filled in for her. They couldn't forget her easily but as years went by it got easier. They got used to it. Used to Mark being there instead of her. Now they barely ever remember her. They try to hold that memory suppressed. Especially now that Belle is normal. The memory of their friend just brings pain so it's better for them to do that. The woman didn't mind. The whole world could explode and she wouldn't care. As it was said many times until now, she was dead for herself and for everyone else. So dead that she didn't even have the strength to kill herself, so dead that she didn't even know she was alive.

Alone, in her hospital room, being fed forcefully by others, drinking the same way too, she laid. Unaware, absent, distant from this world she only starred at the space in front of her, never thinking of anything else than Belle. Not the Belle that everyone now knew but the Belle that killed her, the demon in angel's skin.
To be continued...