Season 5 Bethyl

Beth's View

Beth's View

Beth! Beth! Beth!

That's all I hear from the back of this car. The backseat of this old, beatup, black car. Dizzy. Confused. Beaten. Looking above me at the rearview window, a big white cross looms over me in the night. You think it would give me hope, but it doesn't. You think it would force me to feel a little bit of faith, but there is none.

My head pounds from a hit, or a smash, or something I can't recall. All I know is that my head hurts and so does the left side of my face. My hands are bound by what I assume is a zip tie. My legs are bound by rope. I don't have my bag, or knife, or hope. That is all back with him. How I wonder if that was him calling, for my ears were ringing from the stranger's pouncing blow. Alone. He and I. Both alone. Silence befalls this black Hell bound car. Silence weighs heavier than noise. It bears down on your ears and your shoulders and heart. Silence that makes you feel already dead.

Tears stream my cheeks and it's saltiness burns my skin. Where had God gone? To what point had God given up on me? To come to this, an abyss of pain and loneliness. Where had he gone, when I prayed to him every day? To him, who I had put my hope and faith in. To him, who I have confided my secret desires and pleas with. And to him, who I started introducing to Daryl.

Daryl. That man who has been a rough grizzly since I met him. That man, who has begun to change into a hopeful, gently, being. Daryl, the man who has pulled me from danger and taught me to be a survivor. What more was I to him than just a child? What more was I than a girl in peril? Was I simply his conscious? Or was I simply a speedbump? A broken leg? A target for disaster? He'd never admit it, to me, but I am. I was.

Much like a play. My curtains have fallen. My world goes black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Heavy breathing. Streaming light. Pained.

As Beth slowly opens her eyes, they take a few minutes to adjust to the light streaming in from the window. Panic sets in and she sits up abruptly. Looking around, she finds herself in a hospital room, with an IV in her arm and her right wrist is in a cast. Joltingly getting up, she goes to the window and notices that the city surrounding where she is, is abandoned and untouched. Turning back, she goes to the door and pounds on it.

"Hello! Hey!! Hello!" Stepping back she faces the door and then rips the IV out of her arm and braces for who ever enters. Her heart beats faster as the door unlocks and slowly opens. Her face seems drained when a woman police officer and a male doctor with a clipboard comes in.

"Jus put that down. Miss. Please." The woman sweetly says and Beth hesitantly lowers it to her side.

"Where am I?" Beth's voice is shaky and her hands are trembling.

"In Cleburne Memorial Hospital. One of our officers found you. We brought you back here and cleaned you up. What's yer name?" The Police woman seems slightly off to Beth. She doesn't know why, but this place, this woman, the situation- it all seems weird and unnerving.

"Beth."

"Okay, Beth. How are you feeling today?" The male doctor writes her name down and Beth tries to see outside the open door behind them.

"Who are you? What is this place?"

"It's a hospital. I'm Dr. Klein and this is Officer Sanderson. Now how are you feeling today?"

Letting a deep breath go, she begins to lose her balance from dizziness. Klein grabs her arms and Sanderson places a chair behind her, allowing her to sit.