Her body was jolting and hitting against something firm and moving, she could hear the faint creaking noise of old wheels and smelled the strong stench of hay and horse. She groaned, wanting to open her eyes but her lids were just too heavy to be lifted. Her head was pounding so hard, and the jolting made it all the more worse.
Belle felt her head hit against something hard when she jolted again, the hit this time was so hard she moaned and forced her lids open. For a moment, it was like her memories were empty, she couldn't think nor remember anything. To her horror, even her name seemed to be lost to her.
Everything was dark and slightly blurry as she opened her heavy eyes. She laid there on something faintly damp and waited, breathing roughly, for some moment for her vision to adjust to her surroundings and for her memories to serve her right on why and how she got here.
