Chapter 2: Truly Alone
After laying there for a night, judging by the light that came threw the window, I slowly pulled myself to my feet. I placed my hand on her chest once more to still feel nothing, her skin was now icy cold. I knew it would not help me or her to just stand here and weep. But what was there to do? Did I want to have them burry her with all the others who had died, or what? The cart that would carry her to other dead souls would be passing soon, it was a matter of a decision.
I finally came to the decision of giving her to the cart man, to be buried with the others. I slowly wrapped her frail frame within the bed sheets of the cot.
I placed my arms below her body, trying to lift her up, I was to weak I could not even lift her. I gently placed her on the floor, grabbing the end of the wrapped up body were her feet were located, I slowly, but carefully drug her body outside. I stood by the threshold waiting for the cart boy with his cart full of dead bodies. He saw me and grabbed her body and harshly threw her body in the cart. I felt the tears begin to fall down my cheeks again. I watched him pull up the cart in his hands again and roll away.
I was truly alone, I had no one, my last friend had died. My family was dead. There were few left in the town, the ones fortune to survive or the ones who have not caught the sickness, yet. The rest had fled or they were dead, there bodies were or would soon be buried in the burial ground for the sick were my last friend was soon to be buried, and some others. I was alone, to fend for myself, my first priority was to survive.
I grabbed the hem of my dress saying to myself 'Bella you'll be alright.' over and over. I went into the kitchen, searching the cupboard for food. There was a few small jars of peaches, and a canteen. I grabbed a jar of the peaches and blew the dust from the container. I then reached for the canteen it water sloshing inside. I placed the peaches and canteen on the splintering kitchen table.
I took hold of the cap of the canteen and began to tug with all my might. It finally popped open and half the water spilt on to my dress. I placed the opening to my lips and began to chug the water down. Next came the peaches. The jar was even harder to open. I ended up throwing the glass jar to the ground, breaking it open. I jumped to the floor picking up peaches, shoveling them into my mouth. My hands slicing on the shards of glass, blood poring from them.
After scrounging up every last piece I could find, I crossed my legs and sat on the floor, examining my hands. There were cuts everywhere, dirt and gravel in between some, a glass shard still stuck in my hand. Then I remembered him, the one who had abounded me………
To be continued……………………..
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