Chapter 226 - Two Hundred And Twenty-six: Give Him A Hug (2/2)
She gave me an odd look
”I'm not trying to say they're gonna die,” I corrected, ”But what if such a situation arises? Who would help solve your problem?” My question continued nevertheless.
”There's my mentors, friends, elderly ones...” Her face scrunched up, ”And why are you even curious about that...wait a minute, aren't I the one supposed to be doing the questioning?” She asked no one in particular.
She finally realized.
”Oh, seems to be true,” I gasped dramatically, this was turning out to be fun.
Silvia narrowed her eyes at me,
”Isabella, you purposely distracted me, didn't you?”
”Did I?” I blinked innocently.
”You sly one,” She took a deep breath, ”Fine, it's my turn to question you now, Isabella”
”Fine, bring on,” I threw my head back against the sofa, I knew what she was going to ask already.
”Why did you slit your wrist Isabella?”
There, as expected.
”I wanted to know where Maya went,” was my answer.
”Excuse me?”
I turned my head towards her,
”You heard me right,”
”You do know that if suicide is explained this beautifully, everyone would have attempted it already,” Silvia pointed out.
”Is that a bad thing?” I couldn't help but ask, ”Isn't that an easy way to die?”
”You're quite young, Isabella. Why would you want to die?” She inquired.
”Because I'm a jinx? Women who end up being or desire to be my mother end up dying,” I answered her, refusing to let the tears flow.
”I'm not a baby, I ain't going to cry” I chanted in my head.
”Isabella, you're not a jinx, no one born under this earth is a curse -save Cain from the Bible.” She attempted a dry joke
Yeah, try again later.
She went on,” Perhaps to people committing suicide, it's easy- after the pain comes the peaceful death, they believe - but the people they hurt most are the loved ones left behind. They are the ones who have to deal with the pain of their death; they're the ones whose hearts are broken.
”Take for instance: Isabella, you're in pain because Maya died. What about your father? What would your father have done if he had lost both Maya and you?”
That question stabbed at my heart, it never crossed my mind.
”I didn't think about that,” I blurted.
”You might not see or understand its value but your life is precious to a lot of people, especially your father,”
Have I hurt my father? I couldn't help but think.
”Tell you something, when you leave this office, Isabella, remember to give your father a warm long hug; there are so many wonders it can do,” she boomed a smile at me expectantly.
God, I wasn't ready for this.
”Are you going to do that, Isabella? Even if for nothing else, for my sake?” She pleaded with a pout,” Pretty please?”
”Fine, whatever,”
I hate cute faces