Chapter 5: Unbelievable

Stella's P.O.V

I was lying in my way too big bed. The left side was empty and cold.
I missed him.
Maybe it was abnormal, but every night I thought of how it would if Brandon was still here.I imagined this light in his eyes when I've told him that he is going to be a father. I imagined our wedding. We would bound our lives on Solaria and of course I would have the most beautiful dress in the Magical Universe.
But the sad fact was, that he wasn't here. I've never seen this light in is eyes and I've never worn the most beautiful dress in the world.
I crawled over to the left side of my bed. It felt cold, but safe. "Where are you, Brandon? Do you still love me? I do love you." I whispered into my pillow. Than I drifted to sleep.

The sun was on it's highest point. It shined through the trees. I was surrounded by a million flowers and I was wearing a short white dress, that flew around with every move. Everything on me glittered. For no reason I begun to dance and laughed. Suddenly another laugh joined me. "Hey snookums!" I yelled as usually. Brandon looked still like 19. "You have to meet your son." I told him and smiled. It felt like I've met Brandon every day. My fiancè put his also glittering hand on my cheek. "I would love to meet him." he whispered in my ear. Than, like he had heard it Brandon Jr. ran over to us, of course glittering. And it even didn't seem strange to me that he was 4 years old. "He is beautiful." his father just said. I narrowed my eyes. "Don't you want to hold him?" I asked. Suddenly Brandon's expression turned serious. "Stella, I'm not gone." I giggled and kissed him on his nose. "Of course you aren't gone, silly are here with me and your son." Deep in my heart I knew that he wasn't here, but I WANTED him to be here.
Brandon took both my hands in his when he nearly yelled, "Stella! I'm not gone! Stella!" He shook me so that it almost hurt. Brandon Jr. begun to cry. I hurried over to my son and picked him up. "Oh, Brandon! Look what you have done!"
But when I turned around my love was gone and so the sun and the flowers. Everything as grey and my son cried.

"Brandon!" I shouted when I shot up from my dream. It felt so real. I could really feel him. His skin, his warmth, hist touch. So real.... "Mom?" There was a knock on the door and soon my son stood in the room, turning the lights on. "You yelled for me." he added. He looked tired. "No, Brandi, it's okay. I've just got a nightmare." This explanation didn't seem to be enough for him. He still stood there in the doorway.
"She is death, isn't she?" he asked, starring on his bare feet. I knew who he meant. I sighed and stood up.
"Look at me, Brandon." I said, putting my hand on his chin and turned his head softly to mine. "Do you think she is dead?" I asked. My son bit on his lip. It was written on his face that he was more than worried. After a long time he answered, "No..." I nodded, going back to my bed. "Than she is alive. Good night, Brandi."
I heard the boy let out a soft laugh.

Damy's P.O.V

I wasn't a psycho. I felt like I was caught in a nightmare! When I put my old clothes on I let out a gasp. Everything still hurt. I needed to escape from this place.
It was about 2 o' clock in the morning and the nurses only went every 3 hours in to check on the people....or only on the mental and physical hurt persons. I opened the window, looked down and jumped back. I was afraid of heights.
I took a deep breath and murmured, "You can do it. In sport you climbed up a 4 meter high robe." Pity, I was way too weak to transform into my fairy form. So I had no other choice as to climb down. I wished Brandon was here. He would carry such a coward like me down. At first I swung myself out of the window with a surprising success. I clutched my hands into the curtains which went outside when I jumped out.
I was about to take my first step when it happened. The small ground under my feet was gone and I hung half in the air, my hand still around the old curtains. It cost all my strength to stop me from screaming. In a few seconds the silk or my muscles won't stand it any longer.
I had to choose. Not a good choice, but still a choice. When I would do it to transform (and that wasn't a high chance) I would be able to fly a few meters to the floor, if not I could still hope to land on a tree.
"Magic Fairies!!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, closed my eyes as much as I could. The fire inside me stole my breath, but I didn't care. "I said....Magic....FARIES!" My hands finally gave up and the air rushed around me. "Dragon Wings!" I didn't need to open my eyes to see that I was transformed. A blue and white dragon surrounded me and brought me to the ground. Now I was wearing a short, dark blue dress that glittered everywhere. I got white gloves and white high boots. I was wearing a tight necklace with my crystal on it. Normally I wore that crystal I got when I was a baby on my ankle. My wings where like Mom's (of course in her normal Winx Form) only with lighter colours.
"Oh my god she broke out!" I heard a voice from my room. I had no time to hesitate. I jumped and flew over the high wall on the street.
I was lucky. There were no people. But where should I go now? I shrugged my shoulders and just listen to my feeling. I was out of this terrible hospital, everything will turn out right.

??? P.O.V

"And than I told him that..." A knock on the door interrupted my best friend's excited talking. "It's a little bit late for a visit." I murmured, but went over to the door.
When I opened it a girl, maybe younger than me, starred at me with disbelief. "It's true...." she whispered in shock, before she transformed back from her fairy form into her normal one. I narrowed my eyes. "What is true? And who are you?" The girl bit on her lip. "I'm Damara and I need to talk to you...imediately."

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