The One That Got Away (GIRLXGIRL)

Chapter Twenty-nine

Belle's POV

A/N : The italics are because these are the flashbacks/Dreams that Belle is having.

I suddenly stopped the car at a graveyard. I didn't know how I managed to drive there considering the fact that I was crying my eyes out or what pushed me to drive there but I decided to step out and walk among the dead since I was already there. I shut down my car and dreadfully stepped out of it. There were less people and that made me let out a great sigh of relief.

"Somehow mom...," I began to speak as I started walking, "...I feel a great sense of comfort here. There's times when I wish I was dead, times when I hate the fact that you gave birth to me then you had to be taken away. I spent most of my time stalking Jaycey, the girl I was telling you about earlier. It hurts knowing that she grew up to be straight, knowing that I might not have a chance with her and that maybe I'm wasting my time. Sometimes I wonder if truly what I feel for her is love, what if I'm just stuck on the fact that she's the first one I ever loved. I miss having someone to care for me, I miss someone being affectionate towards me but what if I'll never get that from Jaycey, she's straight...very straight, it frightens me."

I paused at the sight of someone sitting across from me on a bench. I watched the person, a girl. She looked worn out and so awfully devastated I felt like comforting her. From afar I watched as she sat still, even though there was some distance between us, I noticed how beautiful she was. I felt the urge to move to where she was and unconsciously my legs carried me to where she was situated and as soon as I arrived I sat closely to her.

I said nothing, and she didn't say a word either. But I felt comfortable, so peaceful and I felt drawn to her. After minutes of silence, I decided to turn my gaze to her and as I did, I was met by blue eyes that took hold of my heart and melted my soul. In an instance I forgot everything, I forgot my pain, my grandpa and my messed up life...all I saw was her and I fell inlove. I pulled her to myself and embraced her in a tight warm hug. I didn't want to let her go and she hugged me back with so much love, something I missed, she filled the void inside my heart.

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A bolt of pain hit me in the head and I slightly winced. I felt like something heavy had been placed ontop of my body. I fluttered my eyes open and everything was painted white, very white. I closed my eyes again, this time when I opened them things were a little bit blurry. I heard voices from a distance. I could make out body forms standing infront of me and talking but nothing was clear enough. I shut my eyes for the third time, somehow there also felt heavy. This time when I opened them it was different, there were people in the room. A man in a white coat and two women, two women who were strikingly familiar but one of them caught my attention.

"Y,you," I managed to say in a low dry voice, my throat hurt; I felt like I had barbed wire stuck down in it. I looked at her and she seemed shocked.

"Me? You mean me?" she asked, softly poking herself on the chest with her delicate fingers.

I smiled, "Yeah you, we just met. I just met you remember?"

"She's reached another stage," the man in the white coat said, then directing his next words to me he said, "Isabelle you're in the hospital, something happened to you and I want you to tell me what you remembered if you can."

"I remembered her," I replied my gaze landing on the woman from the graveyard, "I was walking in the graveyard then I saw her and we hugged then I woke up."

"Okay thank you, is that all?" the guy in the coat asked again.

"What I remembered before that is too painful, I, I don't want to talk about it," I murmured, not meeting all of their gazes.

The guy in the white coat, the doctor, asked the two women to meet him outside and the three of them went out. I breathed lightly, questions like, how did I get to be in the hospital? and, why was Jaycey here with the woman I saw at the graveyard? and, are they related? flooded my mind. Just as I was still going through the questions flooding my head someone walked in. She came and sat beside me on the bed.

"Hi," her voice was smooth, "I'm Samantha, but you can call me Sam. You always made it sound amazing."

I smiled, "I'm Isabelle, you can call me Belle. I don't know if you've ever said my name before."

She gave a heartfelt smile, '' I have, a million times."

"Say it, I wanna hear how you say it."

"Isabelle Anderson, Belle," something about how she said it made me blush and grin all at once.

"What happened to me?" I asked, sitting up straight. It hurt a little. She moved to help me by putting a pillow behind my back for comfort. Her kind gesture touched my heart.

"You were involved in an accident and you lost all memory of what had happened in the last past years. The memory that you had of us was from about four and a half years ago, when we first met," she explained.

"Are we together?"

Her face contorted to a pain filled expression. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"I don't know," she exhaled, "We're complicated Belle."

"Is it because of Jaycey? I saw her here. I was surprised."

"Yeah, she's what happened."

"I wish I could remember, I ---"

She cut me, "You're not you right now, you're the younger you. In your head we just met and you're freshly back from a memory were we just met."

"I want to fix us."

"Belle, what are you talking about?"

"You said we're complicated, I want to fix us. What if this is a second chance for the both of us to start over?"

"I don't think..."

Just then the door opened and Jaycey came in. She looked from me to Sam then back at me.

She sighed tiredly, "Did I interrupt something?"

"Uhm no you didn't," I replied.

"Well anyways, I'm glad you're back. I have to go right now. Samantha will come over to my place to take back your clothes. If I get a chance to, I'll visit."

"Please do...," were the only words that came out of my mouth. She smiled then closed the door and left. Both Sam and I looked at each other then we both shared a heartfelt smile.

"Take me home," I whispered.

"If only it could be home to you forever," her voice sounded torn.

"You're my super human, home is where you are, home is you. Like I said, I want to fix us Sam."

She smiled again. I didn't know what I had done but I knew what pain felt like and from what I could see I could clearly tell that I had hurt her. If fixing us was what was going to make the woman I met at the graveyard happy again, then fixing us was what I was going to do.