My lungs gasp for air… water spills from my mouth, I can’t stop coughing, it feels as though I was dead… “Issabella! It’s working doctor,”
Barren? He smothers my cheeks with kisses, “Issabella… you’re alive, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what happened,”
My coughing subsides whilst I peek at him, “B-Barren? W-what happened?” His pressure tightens on my middle, “I’m sorry,” Did I die? Oh, God, I think I did…
He looks at me, red watering pedals, “I’m sorry…” My held breath releases, “W-what happened?” “You died dear…” “I-I… what? I died? But h-how? How am I alive?”
Doctor Forald turns toward me, “You drowned, Issabella, I drained the water from you,” What! I-I… “Issabella, I’m sorry, I’m so fuc-ing sorry,”
I gawk at him, parched lips, I don’t know what to think or say; I died! And they rev
