Bella Lanning
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A stick of rigid flesh and bone, more like a corpse then a person struggling to stay alive with no control of how there lungs are filled, or dreams are cycling. She lay in her bed, againg at the core of her essence and mind. A blaze of green blue eyes, dotted the planess of ones skin as her lids flung open. Glowing kanji symbols over the bottom of her forearms were glowing a bright, radio active blue, but now had turned to painted black ink on the skin. She gasped loudly, for air, and paused, on a cloud of whispered voices, Bella felt as if she was floating on a dream. From not having movement for a while, her muscles had become weaker, and she struggled just to move her head. It trembled as she tried to turn her head, and look around. She was in a large bed, she'd never seen before. SHe looked down at her arms, and saw the markings. Despite her muscles lack of movement, in an astonsihing movement, she sat up right in the bed, and stared blankly at the space infront of her. Bella moved her eyes, cautiously around the eerily silent room, and found that there was nobody in there but her. Not realising the lack of strength she had in her limbs, she swung around, so that her legs dangled to the side of her bed, and she pushed on her feet, but fell straight onto the floor with a soft thud. Bella retched in pain, as she raised her upper body up slowly, shaking as it was difficult to manage her own weight. Her frail and fragile body, couldn't muster it anymore and she began to grow tired.
She began to panic, and within her frantic mind, she wondered where she was, and became confused, and had no memory of how she got there. Hyperventilating in between sobs, Bella squealed and cried, and wasn't sure if she should cry for help or just keep quiet. She let out short bursts of grunts, and sobs, as tears streamed down her face. "Help!' SHe cried out, as her body trembled more now from her crying. She let out a squealed and called out again, weakly, and she heard foot falls on what it sounded like to be stone. Two bald men walked in and spoke in alanguage she didn't inderstand. They seemed to be very concerned and gasped and shouted when they saw her on the floor. They began to order eachother, around in their language, as they went to help Bella back on to the bed. She didn't understand them, and was scared of them being near her. What if they did this to me? Was all she was thinking, and she tried her best to escape but with much fail. One of the men grabbed her underneath her arms, and the other, under legs, and lifted her back on to the bed. She screamed and squirmed as best as she could but she barely even flinched to them. One of the men left the room, exiting just to the left of the rom she was in, and came back with a steaming pot and a cup. The other man took the cup off him and let him pour some steaming liquid into it. The steam rose up and danced over the surface, Bella watched it, mesmerised and confused at the same time.
The man with the steaming cup gave it to her. Bella took it in her hands, slowly. The blad man that gave her the cup, held her hands together so that she wouldn't drop it. Bella realised that the cup was hot, the smooth ceramic hurt the palms of her hands, and she flinched away from the man's hands, a minute too late. He had let go of it and the steaming liquid, and the cup fell upside down into a array of washed out screams, and some sounds of sizzling skin. Bella howeled, her mouth wide open, and her eyes blood shot and peircing. Her screams drowned out the shouts of the men, and suddenly, a whole bunch of bald men, and some not so bald women raced up into the room. And the women immediately were at her side, helping her undress, and gathering cold water to soothe the burn. Bella sobbed and muttered incoherently. "Mumm... Daaaaaaddd!!!!!!" She screamed, and imagined herself with her brothers, and her parents. "I want my muu....uuuuuu...mmm!!! Tears streamed down her beet red face, and she rocked side to side at a fast pace as the burn, and the sting felt like someone was slicing over her thighs with a scythe. "Aaaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaa, ugh, aaah," sobbing even more, she was surrounded by these people who she didn't even know and they were trying to help her, making her even more worried and confused. "Where's my mum?!?!?" She asked and rocked back and forth as the burns were being covered with wet sheets, three men grabbing her again and reeling her through the room and into a cool bath. That soothed the pain a little bit, but it still stung. One of the men had contacted St. Mungo's in London, and Bella was surely meant to be transfered there soon. Feeling so scared, alone, confused, and heart broken. She coudln't think why she didn't see her family there. And as she cried with a wet face and legs that were seared and ruined, she hoped that this was all a nightmare.
She began to panic, and within her frantic mind, she wondered where she was, and became confused, and had no memory of how she got there. Hyperventilating in between sobs, Bella squealed and cried, and wasn't sure if she should cry for help or just keep quiet. She let out short bursts of grunts, and sobs, as tears streamed down her face. "Help!' SHe cried out, as her body trembled more now from her crying. She let out a squealed and called out again, weakly, and she heard foot falls on what it sounded like to be stone. Two bald men walked in and spoke in alanguage she didn't inderstand. They seemed to be very concerned and gasped and shouted when they saw her on the floor. They began to order eachother, around in their language, as they went to help Bella back on to the bed. She didn't understand them, and was scared of them being near her. What if they did this to me? Was all she was thinking, and she tried her best to escape but with much fail. One of the men grabbed her underneath her arms, and the other, under legs, and lifted her back on to the bed. She screamed and squirmed as best as she could but she barely even flinched to them. One of the men left the room, exiting just to the left of the rom she was in, and came back with a steaming pot and a cup. The other man took the cup off him and let him pour some steaming liquid into it. The steam rose up and danced over the surface, Bella watched it, mesmerised and confused at the same time.
The man with the steaming cup gave it to her. Bella took it in her hands, slowly. The blad man that gave her the cup, held her hands together so that she wouldn't drop it. Bella realised that the cup was hot, the smooth ceramic hurt the palms of her hands, and she flinched away from the man's hands, a minute too late. He had let go of it and the steaming liquid, and the cup fell upside down into a array of washed out screams, and some sounds of sizzling skin. Bella howeled, her mouth wide open, and her eyes blood shot and peircing. Her screams drowned out the shouts of the men, and suddenly, a whole bunch of bald men, and some not so bald women raced up into the room. And the women immediately were at her side, helping her undress, and gathering cold water to soothe the burn. Bella sobbed and muttered incoherently. "Mumm... Daaaaaaddd!!!!!!" She screamed, and imagined herself with her brothers, and her parents. "I want my muu....uuuuuu...mmm!!! Tears streamed down her beet red face, and she rocked side to side at a fast pace as the burn, and the sting felt like someone was slicing over her thighs with a scythe. "Aaaaaaaaaaa, haaaaaa, ugh, aaah," sobbing even more, she was surrounded by these people who she didn't even know and they were trying to help her, making her even more worried and confused. "Where's my mum?!?!?" She asked and rocked back and forth as the burns were being covered with wet sheets, three men grabbing her again and reeling her through the room and into a cool bath. That soothed the pain a little bit, but it still stung. One of the men had contacted St. Mungo's in London, and Bella was surely meant to be transfered there soon. Feeling so scared, alone, confused, and heart broken. She coudln't think why she didn't see her family there. And as she cried with a wet face and legs that were seared and ruined, she hoped that this was all a nightmare.