(A/N): Howdy-ho Neighborino's! Okay, no Mid-Earth yet, but nest chapter! I SWEAR! Scouts honor!! But please read this, I'm quite proud of it. Ijust had to get the beginning started; I didn't wanna jump right into Mid-Earth yet. So bear w/ me. And please review! Puhlease!! I'm begging!!!
Disclaimer: I only own Bella and all her junk, I don't own nothing of Tolkeins
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After a few minutes Bella's sobs slowly turned into soft hiccups. Her knees were drawn up and she rested her elbows on top of them. She held her throbbing head in her thin hands and sighed. The dusty light floated about her in the dim morning light. The air was still and hung like a dead weight and felt as if it was choking her. Standing up Bella wiped the dirt off the back of her jeans.
Her wide eyes solemnly looked around the dark and dirty living room that attached to an equally dark and dirty kitchen. Whisky bottles strewn about, empty cigarette packs, three-day-old food, and random trash filled the room. The house stunk of dirty dishes, dirty clothes, dirty furniture, dirty everything. Bella let a sigh escape her lips as she turned from the wretched sight and walked back towards the bedroom.
Bella stood in the doorway and gazed at the room. It was easy to tell which side was Franks and which side was hers. Franks side of the bedroom had soiled clothes all piled up in one corner with a fly buzzing around, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the night-table, cigarette butts, and a few playboys on the bed and on the floor. Bella's side contrasted greatly. Her walls were covered in beautiful art copies – posters really- by Van Gogh, Degas, and Monet. Billie Holliday, Ella Fitzgerald, James Taylor, and George Harrison also adorned her wall and other posters that caught her. In the corner was a rather nice stereo system that her parents had given her the year before at Christmas.
She wearily sat on the edge of the bed and cursed at herself softly. Her life was such a wreck. She couldn't believe that this here was her life. She wanted to be a singer, had always wanted to be a singer, as long as she could remember. At age sixteen she thought of running off to L.A. to become discovered. But her father had always said, "Rock bottom is a college education." And that belief was firmly established inside of her as well. And though she was so eager to fulfill her dream, she waited.
She entered into the state college and that's where she met Frank. One night she was singing at a local club, a regular gig she had found, and after her performance he came up to her. With a flashing smile he handed her a business card stating that he was a talent scout from Los Angeles. Bella's heart skipped a beat as he led her to the bar. He fawned over her and told she had the most natural voice since he could remember. He was quick and smooth talking and within a half hour he had Bella in dreamland. He had her convinced that with her exotic looks and exotic voice that she would become an instant success. And he was right too, it just wouldn't happen with him running the show.
Within two weeks Bella had dropped out of college and moved in with Frank in a hotel near Reno, her old beliefs shoved down by the promise of fame and fortune. But it wasn't long before Frank floundered. Truth is Frank was an alcoholic and obsessive gambler. All the money he had for his nice car and apartment came from the will of his deceased parents. One night in Vegas, Frank laid down every penny he had and lost it all. He was never one to keep a job because he always showed up late and drunk, but he always told Bella that he would be right back on top the next day – soon as those bastards down in Hollywood would give him his job back. Bella still starry-eyed believed him – for awhile anyway. But after a few months the truth sank in. But by now her parents had disowned her and she had no other place to go except to live with Frank. She started to sing at cheap night clubs and grimy bars with puke on the floor. And that's where she found herself now. Alone, in her bedroom, after a night of singing to drunks who only wanted to fuck her.
She looked up across the room into a mirror. Across from her stared back the sad green eyes that her mother had given her, the only bit of evidence of the Irish inside of her. She looked at her dark skin. It was naturally tan. And her hair, so dark brown it was almost black, cascaded across her back and over her shoulders in long shiny waves. She stood up and looked closer at herself. She wasn't tall, about 5'5" maybe. She was slender, and curvy – once again, thanks to her mother – and her features were sharp. She remembered what Frank had said the first time they met. He said she was exotic looking. And it was true, but the exotic fire that was once inside of her had now been extinguished.
"I could've been somebody!" Her mind screamed. "I could've had it all! I could've had my dream!" And from deep inside a yell came raging up, up through her entire body until the pressure increased and it burst through her mouth. And there she yelled until all the frustration she had been holding in for the past 11 months came flowing out. Finally she stopped, and then it clicked. In her mind she knew what she had to do. She couldn't take living like this anymore. She was in charge of her own destiny and she was going to run away.
Frantically Bella began to pull out every single suitcase and bag that was in the house. She flung open her closet and packed all of her clothes, her shoes, and her makeup. She took her posters off the wall, rolled them and held them with rubber bands. She drug out her suitcases and bags and filled her trunk and went in the house to take more. She was taking everything. She was going to start a new life, a new life away from here. She meddled with the sliver cross around her necks and whispered a pray, "Lord, help me escape this world. Help me start a new life."
She grabbed her favorite Abby Road blanket, a pillow, and some towels. She then rummaged through her dresser and took her photo albums, and all of her CD books. She then took her stereo and carefully placed in the back seat of her car. She went back inside then to give her room one more look around, to see if she had forgotten anything. She grabbed five or six books from her night-table, and then she remembered…her babies.
She kneeled down and from under her bed she pulled out three large cases. She could never live without her babies…her guitar, violin, and banjo. The three instruments she loved the most and could play to almost perfection. With only $324 in her pocket, and her car full, she drove off towards Cali.
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Bella had been driving for quite some time down the desert highway without passing any other cars or buildings. Bella took a deep breath letting the warm air fly through her hair; the song "Drift Away" by Dobie Grey blasting smoothly on the radio. Bella, for once in a long time, felt free and sang at the top of her lungs as she drove…
Day after
day I'm more confused
But I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
I'm feelin' the strain…now ain't that a shame
Oh gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
Gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wasting time
And I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
Now it's up to you…to carry me through
Oh gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
Gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitars coming through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy you've given me
I want you to know I believe in song
Rhythm, rhyme and harmony
They've helped me along…they're making me strong
Oh gimme
the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
Gimme the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in the rock and roll and drift away
As the song ended Bella smiled serenely. But as she looked ahead on the horizon it looked as if a great white light was shining. Curiously, Bella drove faster, and the closer she got the larger the light became. Finally she came right up to it and the light engulfed her. Bella's heart beat frantically and she tried to hit the breaks but the light kept pulling her car forward. The last thing that Bella remembered was quick flashes of unfamiliar people and places, and then everything went black.
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(A/N): Dun dun dun!!! Okay, after this I SWEAR that the story will take place in Middle Earth! I promise! But you all have no idea how much this story was bothering me and I had to get my ideas out and this was a perfect start to a really good story. I hope you all like it. I'm quite proud. Anyways, you're input is so incredibly welcome, and please be mature about constructive criticism. All stupid flames such as, "this story sucks buttocks!" will be used to make some schmoes! (s'mores). Anyways, please review! The doctor said I would die w/o a review. Even one would be absolutely heavenly!
