I breathe in and out slowly, perhaps not really understanding what Edward is saying.

"Wait, wait, wait," I say, hopping up out of the bed. I'm feeling slightly sick as I look at his head. My mind is all over the place; I can't focus on anything. Edward's words combined with incidents with my father are flying at me and I let them as they whirl around in my mind.

"He's dying, love."

"You disgusting little bitch, it's your fault."

"He's dying, love."

"Wish you'd never been born."

"He's dying, love."

"Isabeeelllaaaaa!"

And then, after what feels like an eternity, I'm falling.

I don't even know if I hit the ground as everything fades into black.


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