Chapter 17
There was a heavy thud against Bella's head which caused everything to go suddenly go black and silent.
There wasn't anymore wailing. Or banging. Or crunching of broken glass. And she didn't feel anything wet sliding down the side of her head anymore. Everything was just gone. It wasn't scary or worrisome. It was peaceful and quiet. Not single concern was pulling her down in this place. Where ever she was.
Bella didn't know how much time had passed when she felt the pain. It was sharp. And she felt it all over. From her feet to her head. It felt like her body was on fire.
As she came to, she realized she was laying down on something soft. But it still managed to cause her pain.
Abruptly she tried to sit up but was stopped and forced back down. Looking her body over, Bella realized she was strapped down to a bed. Her ankles, wrists, chest, stomach, thighs, and hips.
Fight.
It was the only thought that came over her when she saw her predicament. Bella began to thrash and shake, trying her hardest to get free. It took some time, but she began to loosen the hold on her left wrist. She only needed one to be free before she could get out.
Sweat drenched her body, but Bella didn't care. She needed to be free. She needed to get herself out of this room. She needed to find Lucy, which made her struggle heighten.
When she finally got her wrist free, Bella reach over to the strap on her other wrist and freed herself. She made short work of the straps that covered the rest of her body and was up on her feet before she knew it.
The pain she felt earlier was intensified when she was on her feet. There was bruises and deep scratches littered all over her body. Bella reached up and touched the gash on her head. Someone had stitched it, but the right side of her head was still crunchy with dried blood and matted hair.
Bella grimaced but moved towards the only door to her white cell. It looked like the institution, she suddenly realized, taking in her surroundings properly for the first time. The white bed had large dirt and blood stains covering it from Bella's struggle. The bedding was in shambles and the restraints were haphazardly strewn across the sheets.
Bella did have time to look around though, she needed to move. Reaching out, she tried the handle, which was amazingly unlocked. Bella looked one way down the hallway and then the other. She could see one end stopped not far from her room, but the other continued and turned to the left. So that was the way she went, looking into the windows of other rooms as she passed by, hopping to find Lucy along the way.
As she crept down the hallway, every creek and crack made her panic and look over her shoulder. Each of the rooms she passed were empty. The doors were unlocked and there seemed to be an endless number of them on both sides fo the hallway.
Bella suddenly heard voices ahead of her and she ducked into the nearest door. Holding her ear to the crack, she listened as intently as should could. But the room seemed to be sound proof. She couldn't even hear when the people walked passed.
Bella turned and let out a sigh. She needed to wait a few moments before she could continue. When she turned, she saw more of the same. A white room with nothing and no-one inside. It seemed she was here alone.
After 5 minutes, Bella decided she should keep moving. She cracked the door and listened for a few moments.
Nothing.
So she crept out and continued down the hallway and around the corner. As she walked, she realized there was a window, not far ahead. She'd be able to look outside and see where she was. And if she was really lucky, she'd be able to open the window and escape.
The people who were holding her obviously new of her gift though as they'd covered the window with bars. Bella's fist came out and pounded on the glass, before she even realized what this would mean for her. Bella panicked and ducked into another room. This one however wasn't vacant. In the corner sat a crib.
Bella heart stopped before it began to race. A crib. It had to be Lucy. As she crept towards the crib she crossed her fingers, hoping she'd found her baby.
Sure enough. There was Lucy. Laying in a white crib, strapped to the mattress, just like she'd been. Tear tracks marking their territory on her precious babies pink cheeks.
