Pure Ones || H.S

6

It was a holiday for Belle, even if it was Monday. She was happy, because that day, it was her uncle Thomas's birthday. Every thing that went on in the dark pits of her mind stayed there, she didn't want to ruin the day.

She dressed in a marine gown, blue as the light sky. She had her hair into a bun, all combed and neat like she was a little ballerina. She wore her tight little white stoking while she sat at the edge of her bed. She tied a pink ribbon around her bun to decorate it, and she didn't know why she was trying to be beautiful.

Early morning, she quietly tiptoed out the empty and dark home, away from the sleepy, unawoken household. When she was free, she happily skipped through the dewy morning air, streets empty and early. She liked walking around at times like these, so peaceful and the surrounding was hauntingly beautiful, triggering herself.

She walked to her favorite Uncle Thomas's church, hoping he'd be early there. She was excited, she had a lots of activities in her mind together with him.

She skipped along while dancing silly around. There was no one watching so she didn't care. She felt her neck empty and light but she was too busy to notice.

A little further she walked, she heard something ahead of her; noisy and crowded. She was almost there to the church, only in a few minutes. The noise became clearer and the crowd seemed to be a lot.

And as she walked further into the corner, she realized black clouds roaring big from one place.

A fire?

Then she saw the seas of people, police cars, ambulance, firefighters. The church was burning flames.

Father Thomas!

She forced her own way through the seas of people, squeezing herself through until her hair became all messy. She was in front, and she couldn't see anything but the firefighter attacking flames with big water.

She watched everywhere, no sign of anyone getting hurt. Then she heard the policeman talking through his device, reporting reports of a man locked inside.

Her eyes went wide, thinking of the worst scenarios. She crawled below the gate hanging above the ground with her knee covered in stockings, smeared with the muddy grass, her gown all dirty. She ran to the fiery building, stopped by a policeman who held her tight.

"Miss, you can't go over the border!" He told her.

"But, my uncle! He's in there, he's in there!" She cried. She wanted to take her necklace, the pendant with a photograph of her beloved; her uncle and her mother. But as she tried searching against her neck, she was bare, without necklaces.

"I'm sorry, but you have to move back. The fire is dangerous for you,"

She was heartbroken. My necklace, where did it go? She started crying. No, she didn't want a part of him to lost.

"But, my uncle could be in there!" She cried loudly.

"We'll do as we can," the policeman was frowning, guilt in his eyes. He was feeling so guilty.

"No, you're not doing anything!" Her anger wasn't always what she had, she was a sweet girl with no temper-ever. But as what she was being was the opposite of herself. Why? She had never been so hysterical before.

From afar, Harry seen what was happening. He was amongst the crowd and the sadness of his Belle was ripping him apart. He ran through and pushed the policeman away from her. He could see the policeman was hurting her, and he didn't like it.

Belle didn't think of what she was feeling. There were so many emotions for her to handle, everything was blurry and everything-literally, everything-was happening so fast.

She hugged him, crying against his chest as he embraced her with love and tender. And with one last look, Harry looked at the policeman, looking as guilty in the eye.

No one will hurt my Belle.