So, this is a new story that I am working on.
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Bella.
I keep having the same dream…
I see a girl, no older than 5 years, wrapped in a grey blanket sitting on the grass. Her young face alight with a warm glow as she watches her home burn down. There are no tears, no emotion present on her face.
She grips her worn out pink bunny to her chest. There is chaos around her, people in big yellow suits running around, yet all she hears is silence.
She looks up at me, her little face turning to the side.
"Why?" her voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a knife. "Why did you do it?"
She turns her gaze back to the scene unfolding in front of her.
"I…" my words get stuck in my throat.
I want to scream, I want to tell her that I didn't mean to do it, but my mouth can't form the words. I want to grab her shoulders and turn her away from the fire, but my arms are heavy and I can't move.
Please!
My mind is screaming at her to look at me, let me explain.
"Bella?"
I close my eyes and let the tears fall.
"Bella?"
My lips tremble.
"Bella!"
My eyes fly open.
R&R and leave me some love.
Update coming soon.
