(Mi's POV) You will be OK (Mi's side)

(Mi POV) You will be OK
“Mi Moo! What the hell where you doing playing a stunt like that?”
“Arabella!” I yelled opening my eyes to see where I was. It had worked. any place where she was could only be my heaven and there she was standing perfect like she had been for all her life. Apart from she was better here from the last time I saw her face. There was no blood from her nose or lips. Her chest was not crushed into her steering weal she was just like she should be. Her smile was Arbella’s and she wore the same type of cloths. Today she had gone for a knee length delicate flowered patterned skirt and an off the shoulder flowing white top with pretty little silver pumps on her feet, with her auburn ringlet hair floating in the wind behind her I could see why she was always a princess to me.

“A-bell. I missed you.” I said the tears streaming down both of my cheeks as I tried to move my body closer to hers but it wouldn’t budge an inch.

“What the hell did you do that for? You got to go back.” Arabella frowned her face stubborn as she put one of her hands on her hips. She was asking me to leave her. She was saying she didn’t want me? The only person in the entire world I could believe in was turning away from me like every one else had.

“Why? I want to stay with you.” I said my body aching with the abandonment that I felt. I new we where meant to stay here forever with each other. I had killed my self to be with her again. “Don’t you love me anymore A-bell.”


“Don’t be stupid Mi. Of course I love you, but you have to go back. I’m not ready for you to be here yet. There is so much more that you where meant to do and you will hurt to many people. What about your mum and dad? How do you think they will feel?” Arabella asked sternly still not moving any closer to me and even though I pushed hard I could not move any closer to her like somehow there was a glass wall between us and I was banging to get in.

“You want me to care about mum? I shouted unable to contain my self any more. “Why would I care about mum and why would she feel any pain for my death any way. She beat me every day and then throw me out like I was garbage and I don’t have a clue who my farther is unless you mean Joe and you must of lost your mind if you think I was ever more to him then just a toy to play with and make money form.

“Mi moo. Who do you think I am!” Arabella shouted turning away to dive into the pram that was sat beside of her. I had taken no notice of it until now but noise was now coming from it. A soft crying from a small child.

“Of course I don’t meant them!” Arabella shouted again coming back up from the pram with a chubby little baby in her arms with black soft messy hair and a podgy little discontented face as she kicked her legs that where encased inside a lemon baby grow.

“I mean your real mum and dad Mi-moo. Not your biological ones but the ones that care about you the most. The ones that think of you as there daughter. It is them that you’re hurting.”

“I don’t have any other parents. No one cares about me Arabella I am like a stray dog.”
“That isn’t true. You can’t see it properly yet but you know somewhere in there that you know what I am saying is true. You know there are two people that fight for you daily and love you with all there harts and you love them to. They are the parents that matter.”

“I don’t know what your on about I want to stay here with you.” I shouted desperately pressing my self as hard as I could onto the barrier between us hoping that it would somehow give way under me. She couldn’t mean who I thought she meant. How could she know about them anyway and why the hell would they think of me as there daughter any way.
“I mean look you have had a baby. I could help she is gorgeous A-bell, I mean when did that happen? What did you call her?” I asked trying to get a better view of the bundled in her arms

“He isn’t mine Mi.” Arabella sighed as she looked down at the baby in her arms that was now .
staring at his hands like they where the most interesting things in the world “I am looking after him for a bit until his Mummy is ready to come and look after him her self but she isn’t yet.” Arabella said firmly looking up at me with her deep brown eyes. “She has to leave now. She has to fight and she has to leave.”

“No!” I screamed realising who the baby was in my sisters arms “No Arabella! I won’t leave him again! I just won’t now you let me through or what ever it is you have to do and give me Oscar I am here now and I can look after him! I am his fucking mother damn it! Give me my baby!” I shrieked slamming my body against the invisible wall in front of me until my whole body showed the bruises of my effort.

“A bell you can’t take him from me! He is mine!” I scream falling to my knees in front of her defeated. I wanted her I wanted Oscar and I was so close to lose them both.

“Mi-moo, Mi.” I have not taken him off of you I’m just looking after him for you.” Arabella said the tears cracking in her voice as well now making me look up at her but she was now bent down as well and a lot closer to me making her tears noticeable and she had been crying for a very long time.
“If I could let you stay Mi I would. I have missed you so much and I know you love your little boy Mi that is why he is with me because you wouldn’t want any one else to have him if you couldn’t, but if I could give him back to you now I would, but I just can’t.” Arabella wept pressing her hand up to the invisible wall on her side that she obviously couldn’t get though either.
“I can’t say your life will be easy but I can promise you it will be worth it Mi. that is why toy have to fight” A-bell said gently prising her self like me as far as she could against the invisible wall.
“You have to go now Mi.”
“I don’t want to.” I wept, broken on the floor but I could all ready feel something trying to pull me away from where I was.
“You will be ok sweat heart. You will be OK.”