I'm sorry I took so long to write this chapter and for how short it is. I had writers block, couldn't think what would happen at the time. Please enjoy Chapter 3 of What If?
Chapter 3
The plan ran through my head. I thought about yesterday. Mirabel had been surprised when I walked up to her. A little look in her eye had told me she didn't except me to. Mirabel is a powerful being that could kill someone in a heart beat. But she hasn't. It's almost as if she just feeds on their fear.
I raised my head up. That was it. The pieces fell into place. She was feeding off our fear. I nearly jumped for joy. But how was I going to help her? Suddenly, Bruno bumped into me.
"Oh sorry!" He stammered.
"It's okay Bruno." I said. I wasn't mad at him after he told us why he left. I was just hurt, knowing I was the cause of it.
"Oh its you Mama." He sighed. "I thought I bumped into another stranger." I chuckled. He wasn't the same after he lost his sight. No one was.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"To be honest, I was looking for you. You hardly talk to anyone anymore." He was staring at the wall behind me.
"And there's a good reason." I said, turning his face toward me.
"To shut yourself out from the family?" He asked. I winced at his comment.
"No." I said, sternly. I stayed silent for a moment. Bruno stared in my direction, hurt.
"No, just trying to protect the family." I sighed. Bruno went silent.
"I was thinking of how to save Mirabel." I injected, changing the subject. Bruno's blind eyes lit up.
"What?" He exclaimed, surprised. "How?"
"I don't know yet."
"But there is no hope of saving her." He muttered under his breath. I scowled.
"There is hope!" I snarled. "We just have to try!" I turned and stormed off. I knew there was a way to save Mirabel, just haven't found out how. I knew I acted like a child back there but was determined there was hope. And Bruno speaking ill of Mirabel was no help. I just needed time. I needed some where to think. Somewhere quiet. Soon I walked off to my quiet place, the graveyard.
I stood over the grave, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers. I shuffled them into the vase we kept he. Sorrow filled my chest, feeling like a bag of rocks. I hadn't been here in a while and it was the only place I went when I needed space. I breathed in a shaky breath, tears spilling from my eyes. I grasped my hands together to keep them from shaking. I sat there in silence for, who knows how long. Suddenly, hope filled my head. I gave a warm smile. I knew Antonio was here. I slowly got up and head back to the house, a plan in my head and hope in my heart.