My legs stretched further apart as I dashed past the gloomy trees. Twigs snapping off the branches and my heart pounding away were the only sound I could hear around me. The scrunched up leaves, stuck to my shoe as I moved, pulling me further away from him. The man who was my… well a completely flawless angel. A walking Adonis, with the heart of gold. The beauty of a true fallen angel. But he was nowhere to be seen, he..he left me. Alone. Like I deserved. I knew he was too good for me.
I walked for what felt like hours, tripping around uselessly.
It was dark now. I felt nothing but loss. He was gone, I never tried hard enough to even plead with him, to give me another chance. To give me one last kiss or one last look.
I planned my whole life with him; My future, now turned on fire, burning away like my heart.
The cold rain trickled down my neck through my brown parka coat, taunting me. Each drop reminding me where I was and what was left of me.
I pushed myself to keep up speed, to not loose hope. As I ran past an old broken oak tree, m y useless foot caught the edge of an old root. My body completely frozen, didn't catch my fall. My head rapidly hit the edge of a old root. And then Black.
I sat up rapidly in the hospital bed, panting for air as I woke up from a nightmare. Sweat poured through my skin as I pulled back my hair from my wet face. Tears build up in the corner of my eyes.
"Bells? Are you alright? Did you have another flash back?" Charlie asked frantically. His frown lines formed as he held my hand in worry.
"I'm fine, I-I just had a bad dream." I placed my left sweaty palm on my head, feeling for any cuts or bruises. Ow, I found one. White bandages covered most of my head, to keep it healing and clean.
"Shall I get a doctor, you haven't got a head ache have you, they said they've given you morphine to take away the pain." He asked worriedly. I shook my head as a response.
"How.. How did I hit my head? " I gestured. He made no response. I kept looking at him, questionably. He huffed and sat back into his folded out chair. We both looked to the floor. It was cold, and tiled. I always hated hospitals, but I always seemed to keep coming back. Wait I remember breaking my arm when I was 10.. Or was it 12.. And twisting an ankle.. and getting concussion. I'm remembering. I felt my eyes slowly close, as I took one last look at Charlie.
"Night Bells."
Next morning
"I should have been here sooner. Is she alright? Is my baby gunner be the same." I heard a tired worried women's voice near me. It sounded familiar. I kept quiet.
"well... Renee she's healthy, she's just having a hard time placing things at the moment" He paused and then i heard shuffling, and he carried on
"She doesn't remember that he left her, or anything about him. At the moment, I d rather it stick that way." Charlie whispered, but not too quietly that I couldn't hear. What was he on about, him? Who? And why wouldn't he tell me?
"Okay… but she's gunner find out Charlie. How could he leave my baby. They looked so much in love last time I visited." The women replied. Her voice seemed familiar. Like mine but older. I opened my eyes to see a women who looked very like me but prettier. My mum.
"Mum.." My voice groggily. I tried to form a smile, but my dry lips didn't agree, so it looked more of a scrunched up clown face. My leg stiffened as I pulled my self out of the bed to hug her, but thin see-through wires were pocked into my skin, making it hard for me to pop out of the bed. She pulled me into her arms, smelling like freesia's and perfume.
"How are you baby?" In her eyes she had seeping tears, that fell softly on her top. Memories of me as a child with her came flooding back.
"Better, my memories are slowly coming back. But so is my annoyance for hospitals " I replied, showing a grin.
" Things never change." Charlie replied with a half smile.