Wanting

isabella realizes she wants him back, a little too late.

ISABELLA

 

It didn’t take long for the pain to take me under. The room went black, my thoughts escaped me, and I awaited the nightmares to take me away. I’m not sure how long I was under, but when I woke, I was in a place, unfamiliar to me.

 

I had people over me, murmuring in a language I didn’t understand at first. When I began to realize I was in a hospital, I realized they were speaking English. Just not the English I’d understand.

 

I tried to move my hand to feel the space around me, but found my hand was restrained. I forced my eyes around the room, and the eyes of the doctors were everywhere but on me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come.

 

The fluorescents from above burn into my irises and I force my eyes closed once more. Maybe the next time I open them, this will all be a part of my never ending nightmares.

 

To my dismay, the moment I open them again, I have a doctor leaning over me, his eyes connecting to mine immediately. “Welcome back Isabella.” His voice was angelic, mesmerizing and it stung to my ears. He knew my name, but how? How did I end up here?

 

“You had a nice sleep, I assume?” He chuckles, his golden eyes warm, his tone light. His piercing white skin glows under the lights and if I didn’t know any better, I may mistake him for an angel. But who was I to say I knew better?

 

“Isabella, do you remember what happened to you this morning?” He asks, his eyes still watching mine. I trace his arm with my eyes, following them down towards my hands and see the restraints now. My wrists are an odd color of purple and blue, a little pink in some spots.

 

What had happened to me? Christopher had walked right out of my life, mere hours after he had forced his way in. That’s what had happened. But that doesn’t explain the bruising, nor the hospital bed I’m now tied to.

 

“Sweetheart, If you can understand me I need for you to talk to me.” His angelic voice pierces my ears once more. “Doctor, I see no point in this. Why don’t we just call in her parents?” A new voice, more distant than his. “No!” My response startled the doctor and he was now, standing upright by the bed.

 

They looked at me, trying to understand my outburst. “I’ve caused them enough pain.” My voice was but a whisper, and neither heard me. “Is there anyone else you’d want us to call?” The doctor asks, suddenly curious.

 

The first name to come to mind was the one I knew I could not speak. He had left me, after I let my story out. I had scared him away and it would be wrong to call on him now. Yet, his name surrounded my thoughts, and repeated itself over and over. Christopher, Christopher, please, Christopher.

 

It took me a moment to realize I was saying, no screaming, his name. The nurses in the room were now holding me down and I finally understood where the bruises had come from. I’d been restless, beating myself up probably with my thoughts.

 

I felt the tears coming and they ran like waterfalls from my eyes. I had no right to want him the way I wanted him right now. I didn’t deserve him, and he obviously didn’t want me. So why was I still holding on to this pathetic hope of mine? It’s not like he’d want me in his life as anything, much less the way I desperately wanted him now. It’s unfair for me to even imagine this, hope for him to change his mind. He’s better off without me, I just have to accept that.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Martina]

Love this! Don't have anything else to say but just keep up the good work! (Saying this alot cause that is really all I have to say)

[anneliese]

NO!! this was really good. great Job! now im on to the next chapter