• Oh the blinding light! How it seemed to last forever, though it lasted for a few seconds. We last left Beatriz Dela Cruz and Isaac Dela Cruz, now relatives, at a blinding light, at which happened after two simple words were spoken. Allow me to continue the story of the strange girl.

    "What the..?"
    Nothing had changed, but perhaps their eyesight. "Give.. give me a random question." "What two numbers have the sum of 645 and a difference of 151?" "398 and 247." Of course, this is something we would never of expected from Isaac. "Interesting. What was running through your head as the light came?" Isaac sighed. "I.. I remember saying, 'I wish..' and in my head, 'I was as smart as Beatriz Dela Cruz..' "James cried out. "What the hell was that?" "Excuse me father, but that is quite inappropriate." James shook his head. "That was so sudden! Like what the fu-" "Father, I believe Bea is correct. That language is not tolerated here correct?" "Before you ask, allow us to clarify.. the two of us." Bea and Isaac walked out the front door, leaving James Dela Cruz with his mouth open agape in awe.
    "Isaac.." Bea whispered. "Yes?" "Come here.." Bea took his hand, and she felt the familiar pang in her heart again, but ignored it this time. She took him around the corner. The rain was still pouring, and they had no umbrella or protection else wise. "This isn't.. isn't you..." Bea stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, as though she was his mother. "It is completely me, in the flesh, Bea. What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?" Isaac took her hand of his cheek. "No, Isaac.. No. I loved you.. because you were different. You did try to impress me, but not in the way many did before you. They have tried to do tricks, and failed. Instead, giving a bad impression. You worked hard. Academically. Athletically. And I loved it. But then this happened. I know this is so soon, but... we shouldn't feel this way for each other." Bea slipped her hand away from Isaac's grasp, and walked back to the house, alone. Isaac watched, awestruck, as Bea left him. But what he didn't know, is that her heart didn't throb with affection anymore. It throbbed with pain, and sorrow. Isaac closed his eyes. But, heard a thud. "Bea?!" Isaac ran. The rain pounded him down, but he resisted, and made it to the body, laying on the cold, hard, wet ground, with blood, spurting from her arm. The rain was water. The blood was red. A bloody rainfall had befallen, and Isaac had never felt so hurt, lost, and confused in his life. The water around Bea began to build up, but it was red. Blood red. Not only could she be dead soon, but she was running a fever. A high one.

    Beep.... Beep.... Could the sound be so irritating? Of course. But for Isaac and Bea, it would be the sound of relief. The sound of living. Bea's steady heartbeat seemed to have soothed Isaac, for he had fallen asleep on Bea's hospital bed. Allow me to fill you in, in what I have skipped. The important details only, of course. After Isaac struggled to carry Bea, James had found Isaac, and drove her immediately to the hospital. Her heartbeat, was not as steady. It was more like, 'Beep......... ...... Beep.... ... ............. Beep...' etcetera etcetera. But for now, Bea has waken. She looked down at Isaac's sweet, gentle face. "He did that for me.." she whispered to herself. As she touched his face, the beeping became faster. Isaac woke up. "Beatriz...? Oh.. sweet.... thank goodness.... He has answered my prayers..." Bea laughed quietly. "Thank you. Your so sweet. I... I really think you shouldn't of changed though." Isaac sighed. "I know. It was only for that day, sadly. But Bea... I still feel something for you." Beep, beep, beep, beep. Yes, quite irritating now. Bea laughed. "That says it all, doesn't it?" Isaac looked at her, with pleading eyes. "No. I want to hear it from you." Bea was red, and the heartbeat was faster than ever. "I love you. I do. Because I love Isaac Dela Cruz. Whom I am not blood related to. I love his sweet sincere attitude. I love his stupidity. I love his faults. I love you because.. your you." This time, it was Isaac's turn to blush. He suddenly stood up, and glared at the window. "What?" "Nothing..." Isaac was correct here. It was nothing to be worried about. For now. "Who are you really, Beatriz Dela Cruz?" Isaac whispered. "I don't remember my past... nothing." She too, glanced out the window. "When I try, and think hard enough, I see blood. I see the red splattered everywhere. Until you found me in the rain...Ah!" She closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth. She clutched her wounded arm, and blood poured through the band-aid. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph.. What is this..?" Isaac muttered. The blood poured out, and Bea fainted again. It suddenly stopped, and her heartbeat was normal. Who is this mystery girl, Beatriz Dela Cruz? What is this red that continues to haunt her? Reader, please note that Beatriz was homeless when she arrived in this town. But have you ever stopped to wonder, what it was like for her before she arrived? What is this so called blood? And why, is every single drop precious to Bea? Please reader, allow me to explain. Beatriz was a kind, quiet, perfect daughter you could ask for. But her family was killed, and a man stole her fortune. He gave her traveling money. When Bea could no longer walk.. Well, I suppose you would guess correctly. She landed here. As she saw her family fall like dolls, the blood splattered. The thing that keeps them alive. Her mothers last words were, "A paper heart folded is a tear drop. When it is not, it is a heart. When colored, it is a beating heart. When its folded again, it is a drop of blood." Now, reader, Bea treasured these words within her heart. Perhaps now it is easy to understand the story line.