Somewhere Between Heaven And Hell

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Authors Note: Taking a while to get to our fav potions master. Phoenixx is getting there. Next Chappie is more angst, plus she's introduced to the wonderful world of witchcraft and wizardry.

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***Mystery Girl***

Back To the Present

As she struggled to gain consciousness, she realized her body was on fire with throbbing pain. Straining, she could hear a woman’s voice, accentuated with what appeared to be a British accent. “Down right shameful it is, they found her three weeks ago, she’s been unconscious ever since,” “poor girl,” she added. “Do we know who she is?” Inquired another woman’s voice. “No, no Hilda,” “no identification, no family that we know of,” stated the first woman, her voice full of pity. “The doctor believes she was mugged and beaten.” “The perpetrator or perpetrators most likely fled with her purse, hence no identification.” “Despicable thugs,” she went on. There was scorn in the woman’s voice. “ Can’t even take a stroll outside one’s own house without worrying about some hooligan with thievery and ill will in his heart, times are darker, I’m afraid.”

The room smelt strongly of pinesole and disinfectant. The whirring of different electronical devices hummed and pulsated throughout the air. Phoenixx opened one eye to reveal a blurred, dizzying light. Her other eye remained closed however, blackened and swollen shut. She strained to sit up and instantly regretted it. A searing pain tore through her chest and ribs, a gasp escaped her lips, drawing instant attention from the two women. “Oh, my, it seems our little mystery girl is awake.” “Fetch the doctor, would you Hilda?” With that request, Hilda nodded and left the room at a hurried pace.

Her head throbbed, and as her blurry vision cleared, a plump, matronly, middle-aged woman with a friendly face and grey eyes appeared in view. “Now, now dear, take it easy,” chortled the friendly woman. Judging from her outfit, Phoenixx could see she was some sort of nurse. “You’ve had a little accident dear,” the nurse patted the injuried girl's arm. “Www. Water…” Phoenixx mustered to croak hoarsely. “Oh, of course dear.” The nurse turned around and reached for a small cup and promptly filled it with water, offering it to her cracked lips. “That’s it dear, there you go,” the motherly nurse coaxed the young woman, feeding her the cold, crisp water that seemed to settle like a heavy, lead lump in Phoenixx’s stomach. “Www..where am I?” Stuttered the unaware young woman, alarmingly. “Why dear,” began the matronly woman, “you’re at Michael Murdock’s Center for the displaced sickly and injured.” “You’ve been out cold for sometime now…” she continued, “three weeks to be precise,” the nurse kindly informed her. At the worried look on the girl's face, the nurse continued. “It seems we haven’t been able to locate any family, in fact, you are our little mystery girl.” “Don’t worry dear,” she patted her arm once more, “We’ll get this straightened up soon in the wink of an eye.” With that, the nurse disappeared to continue her rounds until the doctor came to examine Phoenixx now that she was awake.

Phoenixx’s cloudy mind screamed in utter confusion and worry. How did she get here? Where was her family? What had happened to her, and why was she in the hospital? She struggled with these thoughts…Then a barrage of memories flooded her mind. It was near Christmas, Yes. It was raining; she was driving…Then the sound of screeching tires, losing control of the car, and the image of careening wildly off the road. Then there was nothing, just blackness, and now this. Phoenixx’s faced contorted with emotional pain. Michael Murdock’s center for the displaced sickly and injured was a homeless hospital. Where was her family? Why had they not come to claim her? Tears of confusion and hurt leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Just then she was interrupted from her morbid thoughts. “Ah, I see our mystery girl has awaked, now, eh?” A portly, older man with a graying mustache and salt and pepper hair appeared in a crisp, white coat, clutching a clipboard. “Let’s take a look,” the man pulled out a small light, inquiring to Phoenixx to follow with her eyes, or eye. “Ah, yes, yes, good good.” “How are you feeling today dear?” She struggled to speak, “oo, okay, I guess,” slightly lying. The truth was, she’d never felt worse. “Oh, you have an accent dear, you must be an American.” “Why, ye..yesss.” She Stammered. Why wouldn’t she be she thought to herself. “Alright then,” the doctor continued, “Can you tell me if you recall anything?” “Anything at all?” “I, uh, I…” She was still confused and at a loss for words. “Lets start with something simple,” continued the doctor. “What is your name dear?” “Phoenixx,” she managed in a weak voice, “Phoenixx Thompson.” “Ah, good good,” approved the doctor. “Can you tell me your date of birth?” he questioned. “Yyy..Yess.” “Uh, 1982,” began Phoenixx, “January, 21st, 1982.”

“Ah, a young woman, name of Phoenixx Thompson, DOB 01/21/1982,” he muttered, scribbling in his notes. “You, my dear, have no idea how lucky you are.” The doctor informed her. He continued, “You’ve took a very hard blow to the head, giving you a nasty little concussion.” “You have sustained five cracked ribs, a broken wrist, and several cuts, abrasions, and bruises.” “Don’t worry dear, as soon as you’re up to it, the police will be here to discuss the details of your attack.” “As soon as you’re better, you must assist the police so they may have the utmost prospects of catching those responsible for inflicting these injuries. Damn right shameful it is,” he shook his head in disgust, clicking his tongue.

“Ww…what?” “No, I was in an accident,” protested Phoenixx. “A car accident,” she began again.

“Pardon dear?”

“I was in a car accident,” she began again, weakly, “it was raining, and, and I lost control.”

“Now now dear, you’ve been mugged and beaten,” replied the doctor in a pitiful voice. “There was no car at the scene, a young man found your unconscious body in an alleyway and brought you here once no identification was discovered.”

“But,” She began… “Its all right dear,” interrupted the kind doctor, “you’re just confused is all.” “It’ll come back to you,” he comforted. “I’ll be back to check on your progress, Nurse Barryton will be with you momentarily.” Before Phoenixx could protest further the doctor turned and left the room.

Phoenixx’s head was filled with a barrage of questions. She distinctly remembered the car, the accident. But the doctor insisted she had been accosted by hoodlums. A lump formed in her throat. Once again questions flooded her head. What was going on she asked herself. Where was her family? A feeling of hopelessness overcame her body. She contorted and shook with a forsaken sobbing.

It had been two weeks since Phoenixx had awoken in the Murdock center. To her confusion and horror, she still had not been able to understand where her family was, or why they had not contacted her. She still had yet to convince anyone that she had indeed been in a car accident.

The hushed whispers of nurses in the corridors reached her ears.

“Poor dear, she’s a little out of sorts.”

“The doctor believes she’s suffering from severe post traumatic stress disorder.”

“I think she’s downright nuts,” another nurse stated.

“Hilda, what an awful thing to say,” scolded nurse Barryton.

“Well,” retorted the other, “There is no record of her name, no proof of her story, and no sign of her family.”

“If you ask me,” she continued, “there’s something fishy about his whole thing, mark my words…”

Just then, their conversation was disrupted by a shrill alarm alerting the nurses of a patient in distress. Their conversation ceased and they scattered to investigate the problem.

Phoenixx lay in her bed, painfully contemplating the last two weeks. It had been over a month since the accident, and she had been thrust into a foreign world. This definitely was NOT the States, judging from the commotion outside her window. It seemed as though she may be somewhere in the middle of Europe, possibly England. Glancing outside her window, the cars drove on the opposite road she was used to…Everyone she had met had a British accent. “How the fuck did this happen?” She asked herself. Phoenixx was definitely beginning to question her own sanity. “What if they were right?” “What if I WAS mugged and am just confused?” “What if I AM insane?” “Where IS my family?” The possibilities of the truth of these questions tore at her very soul. Her eyes filled with tears.

Phoenixx was not one to sit about and wallow in her own self misery. Determined and tough, she had always found a way to survive, and this would be no exception. With a look of determination, Phoenixx swung her legs around off the bed and proceeded to stand up. She hurt like hell, but her body was definitely on the mend. Her head suddenly became light and her eyes were blurred with dizziness. Phoenixx stumbled over towards the wardrobe and groped for her clothes. Washed and mended by the laundry staff, one could hardly tell the ordeal they been through, except that her fishnets where ripped and tattered.

After dressing hurriedly, Phoenixx stole a glance at her reflection. The swelling in her face most mostly gone, and although still evident, the bruising had faded.

Phoenixx stole into the corridor of the hospital, peaking cautiously around the corner; she realized the nurses were still busy with the patient alarm that had interrupted their conversational gossip. Sneaking hurriedly to the forsaken meal cart, she grabbed several items of food, including fruit and sandwiches. Glancing over her shoulder, she mad her way to the abandoned nurses’ station. Hoping to find the code to let herself out, she spied several purses…

She hated stealing, but drastic times called for drastic measures… With a slight hint of guilt Phoenixx hurriedly emptied the contents of the purses onto the floor one by one and pilfered through the results. Several wallets revealed cash, which she quickly stuffed into her pockets. Different assortments of feminine cosmetics fell upon the floor, many which she also pocketed. Grabbing the long, black coat she spied hanging on the wall, Phoenixx hastily punched in the numbers that would allow her her freedom. Without a backward glance, she became lost in the hustle and bustle of the crowd on the street.

She had no plan, no idea were she was, where she was going, and no one to turn to.
After walking for several blocks, Phoenixx spied a public telephone and mentally prepared herself for what she hadn’t yet done, nor previously had the courage to do.

Asking a passerby for the correct change in exchange for a few notes, which she had trouble with on account she was not familiar with British money, she finally procured the correct amount needed to make the phone call. Her heart skipped a beat as she recalled the familiar phone numbers. She WOULD call her family, and this entire mess would finally be straightened out. However, she paused and considered the weight of her actions. WHAT IF? She shook her head. She WAS NOT CRAZY. And once more determined, she shakily inserted the correct amount of change and dialed the number, holding her breath. Strange. According to the operator the number did not exist. Must be a mistake she thought to herself. Once again without hesitation Phoenixx dialed the number, only to have her heart stop in her chest when the same message met her ears…Must be a mistake she reinforced her belief. She dialed her own number. “Yes!” it was ringing… “Hello?, Yes?” An old woman’s voice answered. Phoenixx dropped the phone in disbelief. She sank to the ground sobbing, clutching herself, rocking to and fro, her arms cradled around her knees, oblivious to passersby. Shaking with forsaken abandon upon the ground, she continued to sob. “NO! It can’t be! It just CAN’T!”

Authors Note:

Just what is happening to Phoenixx? Why is she suddenly thrust into a different, unrecognizable world without her family, and Nobody belives her of what really happened? Stay tuned and you'll find out the truth...
Don't forget to review, even though our fav. potions master has not quite made his entrance yet. Don't worry. He will. Soon. Very Soon. Next chapter enter Hagrid!

P.S. There is somthing happening which will be explained in later chapters, something that has to do with Phoenixx, and why there are things that are happening to her. You'll see. It has to do with recollections of dreams, of forsakeness.. Tut Tut. We won't let too much away...