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Chapter 3; Is this for real?
The constable led me past the receptionist down a long corridor towards the lifts, it was here I began my second panic attack of the day. Me and lifts don't have a very good relationship in fact they all seem to hate me with a vengeance, my heavy panting alerted the female cop and she stopped me by placing her hand around my wrist
"Bella?, are you alright"? I stood beside her frozen in panic as the lift doors opened ahead of me.
"I- I think I'm going to take the stairs" I replied looking up pleadingly into her eyes.
"sure thing we can all take the stairs we are only going up 1 floor" I let out a sigh of relief there was no way I wanted to spend the next however long stuck in a jammed metal death trap.
I waited quietly for the uniformed officers to start ascending the stairs.
The short trip up the 2 flights of stairs left me little time to imagine gruesome scenarios but I still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling or the butterflies. We entered the trauma ward through a set of automatic glass doors and approached the nurses station Constable Fitzgerald spoke briefly with the charge nurse and then led the way down the corridor, the fluorescent lights flickered overhead giving the corridor a somewhat creepy feeling. He stopped me outside a room to my left and asked me to give them just a moment to check on the mystery patient it felt like everyone was walking on egg shells around me it did nothing for the nauseating feeling within my stomach. When they returned to collect me from the corridor the moroseness evident in their features tipped me over the edge I had no idea what to expect behind that beige door but the tears were already flowing freely.
I take a deep breath as a draw strength from within I mean after all how bad can it be its not like I'm being ushered to the hospital mortuary, turning the handle on the much abused door I cautiously enter. The electronic buzz is torture on my sensitive ears all that screeching and beeping it's almost enough to make me turn on my heel and escape the flaking cream painted room, surprisingly there appears to be only 1 bed occupying the room obscured by a threadbare yellowed floral curtain. Almost as if the tacky print is there to represent some sort of nicety to the situation but I can think of no appealing reasons for a visit to a hospital.
A nurse bustled in behind us carrying a chart and tray of assorted syringes she disappeared behind the curtain briefly then drew the curtain back beckoning us forward. As the patient came into view I gasped and my head started swimming I was acutely aware of the floor rushing up to meet my face.
The image of my mothers battered and broken body assaulted the inside of my eyelids I wanted to scream but I couldn't make the sound form, I vaguely recalled being shaken gently and the shuffling of feet in and out of the room, suddenly I was being lifted and placed onto the crisp sterile linen of a hospital bed. Someone pried my eyelids open and a bright light invaded my vision, I then blinked and the room slowly swam into view.
"Bella?. Bella? Can you hear me"? The nurse asked.
I sort of sighed and drew in a ragged breath, I then wailed a yowl like growl, erupting from my throat and traitorous salty tears streaked down my cheeks.
"My. Mum. Who? I want him put away!" I sobbed.
"Bella"? A different voice enquired
"I need you to calm down please? For your mum. We have the man responsible in custody but we need you to be strong for her sake"
A blurry hand holding a box of Kleenex appeared appeared in front of me, I groped around in the misty field of vision until I came into contact with the soft tissue paper after extracting a sheet from the box I dabbed the tears from my eyes and blew my nose.
As my vision returned to something resembling normality I scanned the faces in the room, there were two new editions to the small space they both looked very professional. I looked towards the bed my mum was resting on hooked up to all sorts of machines, I felt the horrid lump of a sob rising again in my throat I stood and headed over to her bed. Cautiously I stroked the back of her hand with my index finger, I hated seeing her like this so fragile, so broken. It wasn't supposed to be like this, she wasn't supposed to be so breakable. We may not have spoken lately but I knew better than to doubt the love we share, as far as bonds went we were pretty well off.
A warm hand gripped my shoulder as I turned to look up at the intruder on my private moment the machines started screaming I jumped in shock as nurses poured through the doors, the hand tried to steer me out of the room and I struggled to get back to mums side, 2 more hands gripped me and I fell to my knees vaguely aware I was screaming for my mum to wait for me. Surely she heard me? Someone was carrying me out of the room making shushing sounds in my ear, I was so detached everything I lived for was in that manky room, lying fragile and broken into pieces on that hard mattress. I've never in my whole 17 years wanted my mums arms around me, to hear her soft melodic voice lulling my sobs. All too soon an ageing man in a white coat came out with that look of detached sorrow in his eyes he looked at me as he spoke.
"we did all we could to save her, the internal bleeding was too significant I'm truly sorry".
Sorry? All he could come up with was sorry.
"Save her" I spat out through clenched teeth, the acrid taste of bile creeping through my mouth I longed for a glass of water.
"I'm sorry, we tried the best we could" the doctor answered
"The. Best? If you had done your best she would still be breathing she w. Would be. Alive" I sobbed.
The constable approached me from across the room kneeling in front of me he looked up concern playing across his features.
"Bella? I know it's not easy to hear, they tried to save her they are the best doctors the city have. But your mum's injuries they were severe, and she held on long enough for us to bring you to her. She fought her best to keep her heart beating long enough to say goodbye".
I stared numbly at the flecks of colour on the well worn linoleum floor. My mum the foundation of my entire existence had been erased. Ripped from my life leaving a gaping hole, a pain too unbearable to live with, I felt my soul implode leaving a complete void in its place.
The funeral passed in a haze, I couldn't look at her like that I wanted the last image I had of her to be a living one. Visit after visit with lawyers confirmed that He was responsible and wouldn't get away with what he had done. My mother had written her will only 2 weeks before the assault leaving me in the care of my dad, Charlie.
So here I am 2 weeks later my entire life up until now packed away in a few small suitcases. I was leaving behind not only my friends, but my memories. Standing in line at check in at Phoenix international airport I felt somewhat detached, I hadn't seen Charlie in over a year, I hadn't lived with him since I was a baby, before Renee had packed us up and left. Dad lived in Forks, a dreary little town where it rained almost constantly. He was the police chief so an upstanding member of society, and now he had to take in his emotionally void daughter.
Not long after take off I must have dozed off.
I was in my backyard sitting on the love seat facing the west, the sun was setting casting a liquid fire glow over every plain and valley it touched. Mum was dancing in a flowing white dress her musical laugh ringing across the valley. I stood and started to run towards her, just wanting to be in her arms, the harder I ran the further away she danced. I tried to yell out but my voice was mute. I began to panic screaming soundlessly in my mind for her to wait for me.
I was jolted back into reality by the stewardess shaking me gently.
"Miss we are approaching landing could you please fasten your seatbelt" she smiled at me
Upon touchdown I made my way slowly towards baggage claim and waited, watching the conveyor belt deliver goods to their respected owners. After what seemed like hours but was at the most 4 or 5 minutes my bags scuttled towards me on the conveyor. I grabbed all 3 and threw them on a trolley turning towards the exit I saw Charlie standing awkwardly just inside the terminal.
Ok I am terribly sorry for the delay, my poor hubby has been in hospital which of course left my home with the 2 kiddies alone, and I'm not very good at alone so I sort of moped around feeling very sorry for myself,
but here ya go it's still short (but longer than last chappie) hopefully it will all flow a little easier from here, and I promise as a twilighter that Saturdays will be my update day so you will get at least 1 chapter a week :)
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