Chapter One hundred and Eleven - Make me forget

Isabella's point of view.

"She would have to stay in the hospital for one more day. We need to run a few more tests and make sure she's fully physically okay before we allow her out," The doctor spoke to Jason, few metres away from me, "We want her at her best."

I pretended like I didn't hear what they said. Or I pretended like I didn't see them when they talked about me.

It helped me. It calmed my mind. If I didn't see them, then I wouldn't have to accept that my baby was actually gone.

Lost. It was a miracle I survived.

And after everything the only thing I got as a reward, after meeting up with Zachary and allowing him to take me, I couldn't even get him for his crimes. All I got was my baby dead.

Because of me.

"Mummy, look at what I drew," Amethyst cried out from where she sat, on a chair close to my bed.

I forced a smile onto my lips, "That's nice Thyst, draw something else now," I said, barely taking a glance at the drawing.

If anyone truly asked me what I wanted, I was scared