Braelyn’s POV
"I need to go to the hospital..." My voice broke as I pleaded. I hadn’t bothered to inform them of my condition. I didn’t want to hurt myself at the possibility that he would not care.
But it was beyond my expectations that he actually cared about my posts. Rapheel’s gaze studied , his jaw clenched. "It’s raining heavily, can’t it wait?" he hissed.
As if the clouds were listening to him. Lightning flashed and I jolted because of fright trembling before the thunderous sound
"You are scared of the storm and want to leave in this weather." He hissed. I was scared of thunder but my fear of dying was greater.
Footsteps rushed down from the staircase and Alia appeared, her expression twisted into disgust the mont she saw .
Her gaze dragged across my pale face and red eyes from crying. I was shaking, and I knew I looked pathetic, but it mattered now, she laughed. She actually laughed.
"Seriously? This?" she scoffed, crossing her arms. "You’re really using the ’suicide attempt’ card for sympathy now? How pathetic."
She shook her head dismissively. "If you really want to end your life, why don’t you just drink poison and rut in your room. There isn’t a need to be this dramatic.." she sneered and was cut off by Raphael’s outburst
"Mind your words, Alia..." He barked. His jaw rolled, clenching so hard it looked like it could crack. If I didn’t know better I would have thought he cared if I died or not. Alia’s eyes watered, but she swallowed back her words.
I was dumbfounded by her claims. I drew in a shaky breath through my swollen throat, and a whimper slipped out of my mouth with a twisting feeling in my stomach.
I could barely breathe, let alone defend myself. "Allergic reaction..." I gasped trying to shake my head. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t take to the hospital.
I would take the risk on my own. "Yellow chrysanthemums... I told you never to have them around the house..." Tears rolled down as the feeling of betrayal hit all over again.
"Soone planted them in the garden...I told you that I didn’t want them around the house." My emotions were getting out of hand.
He knew how much I hated those flowers. Raphael paused, his lips parted and closed swayed by my words. Just for a second confusion flickered across his eyes. "I didn’t know..." He muttered.
"I will..." He didn’t finish his sentence when Alia cut in again grabbing his arm.
"I never knew you could act so pathetic. Is this how you can go to get his attention just because of jealousy?" she sneered, then glanced at Raphael.
"I saw her run off when we were in the kitchen. She is pretending just to get your attention." She added and his face changed imdiately. He believed her words. I was a love-struck fool who was desperate to compete with Alia.
"That’s not it. I really need to go to the hospital..." My voice broke, growing frantic. I didn’t bother to hide the tears anymore. "Please just let go." My pleas seed to have upset Raphael further
His grip tightened, almost crushing my wrist. Alia scoffed
"No. No. Don’t even start. I have never heard of anyone having so dramatic imaginary allergy to yellow flowers. She looks fine. If she were really having a reaction, she wouldn’t even be able to stand. Look at her. She’s talking just fine...." Her head dipped with a smirk on her lips.
" She’s faking and just wants the attention. Posting a suicidal note to ruin your reputation."
Raphael’s eyes burned. "I never expected this from you ", he said, like I was a child throwing a tantrum. Sothing in died at that mont, maybe my will or my heart.
Alia folded her arms under her bosom. "I had planted those flowers for good luck, she also wants an excuse to jinx . How could Chrysanthemum be harmful?" The disdain in her voice was obvious.
My legs buckled
Talking fine? I could barely feel my own throat. Each word was spoken out of desperation. My lungs were still burned. The intense stabbing in my lower abdon, like a mind-break nstrual cramp, was still killing .
I rolled up my sleeves, forcing my shaking hands to show the fading rashes, the remnants of my scratching marks. The rashes were only under my clothes. It didn’t spread to my face because of the drugs I had taken.
Alia scoffed again. "It is all makeup. Awfully convenient, isn’t it? And why now of all tis? Let guess you needed an excuse to go running to Lucien in the rain? Just admit it."
My teeth gritted. "Why would I need an excuse to go to Lucien? Just let go, I don’t have the luxury to listen to your stupidity."
Raphael’s jaw tightened. His grip on my wrist loosened but not enough to let free. Alia giggled. "Were you hoping to run into your lover’s arms? I know it’s cold, but it’s dangerous to go under this storm, you might end up truly killing yourself."
My breath hitched, choking now. I could feel my stomach churn. "Shut up." Raphael snapped at Alia before glancing at
"Enough Braelyn. Just go back to bed," He said in a firm tone, pulling back into the house. I panicked, my heart hamred.
"Hospital," I whispered. "Please, Raphael, or I might die," I begged, my throat going hoarse as I shrugged to break free from his hold. His grip only tightened and he increased his pace.
"Please Braelyn, I am trying to remain sane ." Lightning flashed and the rain poured down...
"Even if you want to go to him, let the storm stop. You might die out there." He begged like I was being unreasonable, and I shook my head, clawing at his grip, trying to break free.
If I waited I might die. The drugs I was tethering on the edge with effect were already fading. The itching was starting again combined with the continuous stabbing.
"Raphael please. " I begged until my throat got sore but he didn’t stop. He got to my room and pushed the door open before putting on the bed. I was in so much pain I couldn’t run after him
"This is for your good.." his voice faded in my ears. The room tilted, my vision washed white, my heartbeat slowing into sothing terrifyingly distant.
And that was the mont I realised...
I could actually die here. A tear rolled down before it all faded.
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