The Bella Web Series chronicles the emotional and transformative journey of Bella, a woman struggling with the trauma of her past. Through four parts—Bella’s Motorcycle, Bella’s Past, Bella’s New Life, and Bella’s Grief—readers witness Bella’s battle to escape her pain, confront her demons, and ultimately find healing and redemption. The series explores themes of guilt, self-discovery, grief, and the challenging yet necessary path to emotional freedom.
Bella’s full story—complete with all its twists, healing, and an even deeper dive into her past—will soon unfold in a way you’ve never seen before.
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CHAPTER 4
—– 1:16 am. Bella’s POV —–
They came again. Those voices. Terrifyingly loud and many.
There was no telling how many they were. My heart palpitated, the all-familiar anxiety rushed in, crippling my mind. I could feel fear as if it were an entity—palpable.
This must be it, where it would come get me. I surrendered to what felt like hands grabbing onto me. There was no use fighting. I was done running, it was obvious no remedy seemed to exist, so it would be better if maybe I could rest.
I suddenly remembered all the people who had long departed the earth and wondered if they would recognize me…
FLASH!
A flash of lightning distorted my thoughts. Not only that, it felt like the hands holding onto me loosened a bit, but there was an avalanche of heaviness in my chest.
ANOTHER FLASH!
I could breathe again, which was weird because there was no way I was holding my breath for that long.
“Are you OK?” The most harmonic voice I have ever heard spoke to me, as I saw an arm stretched out toward me. I grabbed onto it and gasped, sitting up on my bed. I looked around and realized I was in my bedroom once again.
I tried remembering what had just happened, and it all came back to me, too real for me to ignore.
I grabbed my face and sobbed. I was truly tired of running, especially when I encountered a blockage. I remembered the hands outstretched—it was a mighty hand, and the fear of how big it was must have jolted me out of sleep. Yes! That must be it.
The longer I tried to explain it away, the more irritated I felt.
“If you truly are out there…” I said quietly, with tears in my eyes. “- I need help. I’m lost, and I can’t find my way out of this mess I’ve found myself in. I can’t seem to help myself, and I’m done fighting.” I stopped myself once I realized how dumb I must sound, talking to myself, hoping an imaginary fairy would help me. At least I had grown from running to a bench at night in the park to sleep. How ridiculous.
Sigh.
I was tired, but afraid to sleep. I couldn’t work and pore over my books like I usually did to lull me to sleep. I made a mental note to ask for a sleep prescription. I leaned my head on the bed dashboard. Within a few minutes, I started feeling sleepy again.
“How many stars do you see?” I looked up and saw a plethora of stars.
“There are a lot of stars,” I said.
A pause.
“What of the trees, how many do you see?”
“There are also a lot of them.” I couldn’t see the face, just a voice, but the emotions I felt in the next words moved me to tears.
“And yet I dress them and decorate them for each season. So why do you think I’m incapable of taking care of you? If I can care for the stars and the trees, surely I can care for the one I died for.”
I wept like a baby.
I’m not sure how long I was in the huddled position, but the fresh outpouring of love and peace I felt was second to none. I felt weightless.
“I love you, and no one can make me think any less of you. You are too precious and unique to me my dear Amelia.”
I turned on my bed and opened my eyes, but no more sudden jolts. I could still hear the sweet, resounding voice that I craved all of a sudden.
Suddenly, life didn’t feel like a burden again.
As surely as I knew the way to my kitchen, I knew who spoke. Jesus.