Bella Unknown
Chapter Two - When life offers you a dream.
I just stared.
What else is there to do when a character from your favorite FICTIONAL book appears before you?
Well other then start listing the closest mental asylums.
Though forks being a fictional town. I have no clue where to look.
Perhaps Charlie can help. As Police Chief he's bound to know these things.
"Bells? Are you okay? You look pretty ummm not okay" Elegant Charlie Elegant
I'd have thought a figment of my unstable sanity would be more creative.
"Fine Chief, just could you direct me to the nearest Insane Asylum, That'd be mighty helpful"
Yeah now my hallucination was looking at me like I WAS insane. That's never a good sign.
"Bella, Chief is what the town's folk call me. I'd ah rather you call me dad. Or at least Charlie if it makes you that uncomfortable" As he finished a sad look came into his eyes but he quickly covered it.
"And why may I ask were you screaming your head off at 7 in the morning?"
I didn't want to make him sad. Even if he wasn't real, I don't think it good for your mental health to make figments of your imagination sad. Even if you are already insane.
"Yeah sorry ahh Dad" the word feeling strange on my orphan tongue. "I'm just not quite awake yet. Weird dream too. I think that's why I screamed" He didn't look as sad anymore.
"Okay, just can you answer me before I start breaking down the door next time?"
I just nod dumbly, would there be a next time?
Charlie seemed appeased with my answer and descended the stares towards the smell of burning pancakes.
Whilst i on the otherhand slowly backed steped into the room until the back of my knees hit the bed i had just fallen out of. The bed that belonged to the daughter of the fictional character i had just met. I slumped down onto said bed and stared out into the corridor Charlie Swan had just existed through after seemingly just greeting me goodmorning. If i didn't know myself better, I'd be wondering what on earth i had be smoking. But since i did, i was only left with a few other options.
1. I was dead. Because, even though i'd never admit it, this was my idea of heaven.
2. I was on some prank television show. But that wasn't likely as no one at the orphanage could afford that.
3. I had been abducted by Twilight psychotics, though they would probably pick someone with brown eyes.
4. I'd lost the plot
Or
5. I was Dreaming, in which case, i never wanted to be woken up.
After about 10 minutes of trying desperately to figure out which of my options was the reality, i was no closer to an answer. But i had slowly come to a plan of action.
Since the only logical conclusions were that I was either dead, dreaming or insane. I would follow the old proverb...when life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations ... You let the chips fall were they may ... And deal with the consequences later.
Remember Chapter 5 is longer.
looking for constructive criticism if you have any.
Thanks.S