My Name is Belle Marie

by AshLandWriter

This is Belle's Journal from when the beast had held her captive, the same one Ben eventually finds in the Isle Problems 2 fic that I have. Read to find out the real story of what happened to her, because we all know they made the story more acceptable than what it was. (You can interpret that last line as Disney's movie or the story Belle and Adam told the public. Both are right.)

10. Day Eleven

Day Eleven

Beast did something tonight. He opened the cell door and came in. I backed myself against the wall. My only thoughts were that I knew this would happen. Men have so little restraint, and a beast must be much worse. Except that nothing happened. He made a sad growl, and I settled. He handed me the book again, shut the cell, and then nodded for me to sit. He sat near me, and no later did Mrs. Potts come in with tea and buttered bread.

The tea was so warm, it made me feel cold. Beast saw me shiver and asked if I was okay. I admitted that I was a little could, but then I brushed it off as though it was nothing. It's not nothing. Children have died in the village from cold. I could die from it, especially with this open window. There is no way to close it. It's a hole made in the brick, and whenever I try to fill it with hay, the hay floats to the ground. I thought about jumping out of it, but it's undoubtedly too high. I would brake a bone. I could die. No. My father needs me to stay alive, but I realize now that if I am ever to see him again, I must escape so that he can get me. The beast seems to have started to trust me. Perhaps I could try to get him to let the cell stay unlocked, but that is the most obvious thing in the world. He would know, and then I'd lose his trust. I can't lose it. If I lose it, if I make him angry with me, do what he had feared of me, then there's no telling what he'd do.

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- Posted: 03/08/2019