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I'm sorry I'm such a slow updater. I'm a grownup :( and have to do grownup things called jobs :((
NOW ON WITH IT!
Bella POV.
Is it strange to feel excited on the day of your death? I thought so. I was going to see Alice today and no one was going to stop me. I breathed in deep, letting the cool air of this concrete room fill my lungs. I looked over to Screaming Betsy and she laid there quiet, staring at me. Her eyes for the first time ever weren't blank but filled with understanding, as if she knew where I was going today and approved. I smiled at her and silently said my good-byes.
A soft knock on my door broke my silent conversation with Betsy and she let out a shrill scream. The old black man walked over to her and slipped her another piece of candy.
"There, there, Miss Betsy. No need to be a screamin' this time of mornin'." He patted her hand and she hummed in happiness as she chewed. He turned to me and walked over to my bed. "And how are you today, Misses?" He asked as he untied my straps. I never did answer him, but today was a special day. And to tell the truth, he might be the only other person on this God forsaken earth that I cared about. I smiled for the first time I was here and patted his hand when he let loose the strap to my arm. He looked at me in astonishment.
"Bella, my name is Bella." I whispered to him. He took a step back and gave me the biggest grin I had ever seen.
"Well I'll be damned. Miss Bella, well ain't that the purdiest name I've ever heard. My name is Jeremiah." He whispered back. "I know, I ain't supposed to be tellin' you our real name, but I don't think you're gonna do anything about it." He smiled. "Plus, I'd be the only gentlemanly thing to do since such a pretty lady gave me hers." He nodded to himself as he finished un-strapping me. He put his arm around me to pick me up and take me to the gathering room, but I put a hand on his arm and stopped him.
I shifted my body and hung my legs over the bed and stood on the cold concrete floor. I slowly walked towards Betsy and gently put my hand upon her face. She looked up at me and sighed, closing her eyes. I placed a kiss on her head and said one more silent good bye.
I turned around and wrapped my hand into the old mans hand and let him lead the way. I kept my face down at all time as we made our way to the gathering room but I could see all the stares as we walked by. I chanced a glance up at the old man and there, on his face, was pride and happiness. I quickly looked down and smiled; applying more pressure to his hand in acknowledgement and he squeezed right back.
I sat in a yellow chair today by 711 and not on the floor since it was my last day here. He was a tall man who thought he was present day Queen Elizabeth's real father; though the poor soul couldn't be over forty. He was my favorite "inmate". He would go on and on about how he was born in the slums and found Elizabeth's mother as she tried to run away one night; And how he fell madly in love with her.
He told me that the night he found her he finally convinced her to go home saying that if she didn't go back before someone noticed her missing and that if they found her with him, he would automatically be put to death.
So for a few months they would visit each in a secret hiding spot at night. He would describe to me how beautiful she was and how he loved her so. I on the inside would swoon at his stories wishing that someone would come to me and love me like that. I had never known a man's love and I will never know a man's love. Maybe in the next life. I thought.
He went on to tell me that his love had become with child; he feared for the life of his love and his unborn child. So they choose to run away. But after only getting a few miles, five vile guards had caught up with them.
He would always struggle with this part of the story every time he told it and it would always break my heart for him. I didn't care if the stories were true or he had made it up all in his head. Because here sat a broken man with a broken heart for the woman he loved. He grabbed my hand as he stumbled through the ending of his sad story.
"I tried to get them off of her. I tried to help her; but I couldn't, I just couldn't. They had hit me over the head with the blunt of their spears, and tied me up to a tree near by." He looked away from me as the tears slowly fell down his cheeks.
"'Watch this boy, because it will be the last thing you'll ever see.' He told me. I couldn't look away; I couldn't cover my ears as I watched them rape Elizabeth over and over again. They were never gentle with her like I was, they were beasts!" He growled. "I loved her." He said as he stared into my eyes. "She finally stopped struggling; I thought she was dead." He sniffled. "Finally, other soldiers showed up and saw that they were doing and killed the men on the spot. They were going to kill me too but instead took me in to the king to see what my punishment would be.
"When I got back to the castle, I could have cared less if they were to put me to death. My Elizabeth was gone, brutally killed. What was the point of living any longer?
"I sat in a rotting cell for a month and had no visitors until one night." He squeezed my hand and smiled up at me. "She came to me. Elizabeth came to me." He sighed. "She was so beautiful, even in the darkness."
"I have come to take you to a better place." She whispered through the bars on the door. "It is not much better, but it will keep you dry and fed, but you must hurry!" She looked behind her to see if anyone was watching. She slowly opened the door, grabbed my face and kissed me with the passion of a thousand suns." He smiled touching his lips.
"Come with me." She grabbed my hand and led me out of the dungeon and out into the streets. "I have a doctor friend who will keep eye on you until I can come to relocate you." She whispered lowly yet swiftly. She led me to a door and knocked on it.
"Wait." I grabbed her hands. "What of the child?" I asked. I searched her eyes franticly. She laid her hand lovingly on her stomach. She looked away from me, tears filling her eyes as she said. "I have found a husband who will let me keep our child as his own." I sighed and laid my hand on top of hers and kissed her one last time.
The door opened and out stepped an old black man with a white suite on. "Come, come Mista. We best be gettin' you hidden' real soon." He grabbed my hand and led me to this place." 711 moved his hand around showing me the room. I was so lost in his story that I had forgotten where we were. I smiled sweetly at him and patted his hand.
The nurse then showed up and handed me a few pills to take and a small paper cup of water. I acted as if I threw the pills in my mouth and downed them with my water but I actually let them slip down the sleeve of my shirt and let them rest at my elbow. I was an expert by now at hiding my pills; I had been doing this for a while.
I started to shake, I was so excited. Lunch would be the perfect time for me to add my new pills to the ones I had saved up. I looked up at the clock on the wall; just 10 more minuets. I picked up 711's hands and held them to my face. He stared at me in surprise.
"I hope your Elizabeth comes back for you someday. Never give up. Never lose hope." I whispered to him. I kissed the outside of his hand and stood up, ready to see Alice.
*Hides in a cabinet* Please don't kill me! I'm so sorry for really short Bella chapters! But honestly! Who wants to read a really long depressing chapter? I'll do my best to update soon! But on the brighter side, don't you just fall in love with 711? I do :D I love him. Tell me if ya'll would like me to continue him a little later on in the story. Kay?
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