Rose

"Mama?"

She was there, standing right in front of me. Her eyes filled with kindness, love and hope. No longer sad, tired and broken.

Tears ran down my cheeks at the sight of her. I ran, throwing my arms around her as I hugged her tightly, crying in sadness and heartache.

"I missed you," I whispered, her amazing, homey scent filling my nostrils. She sighed softly, hugging me back however her arms gently pulled me away, her hands on my shoulders as she gazed at me seriously.

I frowned a little at her face and she pulled a strand of my long hair behind my ear, a sad smile on her face. "You're not staying, Rose."

"Why?" I softly asked, wiping my cheeks and staring at her in confusion. "Didn't I. . ." I hesitated, uncomfortable to say the word but I did, ". .die?"

"You did. But they're trying to bring you back, Rose. You have to go."

I could the air pulling me backwards, attempting to break me away from my mother. I shook my head furiously, holding onto her. "No, I didn't do this for nothing, mum. I'm staying with you!"

She shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears. "Rosalia, you must go. I'm not even dead." Staring at her in shock, I sniffed, struggling to make a decision. "I can't. . ." I exhaled slowly, trying not to cry. "It's so hard. ."

Her eyes gave me the most loving and sympathetic look that I missed. "I know, honey, but you can do it. You're a fighter, Rose. Keep fighting. I promise you, it will all be worth it in the end. I am proud of you and I love you. Keep fighting. Keep fighting."

Fighting

Fighting

Fighting

A harsh, sharp gasp escaped my mouth, my body sharply jerking forwards, ready for action. My eyes flew open, and automatically, everything came crashing at me. High quality sounds, vibrant lights, machines beeping, people all around me.

I didn't even get a chance to comprehend where I was or how I felt. Unconsciously, my body fell back to the bed, and my eyes fluttered shut once more.

". . .but she seems to be doing well. Tomorrow, we'll try waking her up. . "

"We're not really sure whether it was intentional or an accident but with the high sucide rates, and the evidence on her, it seems likely that it was intentional."

"So if it was intentional. . .what's going to happen to her?"

Voices were all blocked out, as it seemed that they had left the room.

My sore eyes slowly opened, my vision blurry at first but as I blinked a few tiles, my sight became more and more clearer. It was clear to see that I was in a hospital.

In a private ward, in my room, there wasn't much besides a few medical equipments, some counters with cupboards by the wall, a bin, the bed I was laying in, some seats and plants.

What am I doing here?

My head was aching, banging and so numb that I could barely register everything that was happening to me in that moment.

Keep fighting, was what Mama said but I wasn't sure whether I could heed her courageous words.

Intentional. They were talking about me. Me. Myself. I. I could end up in a psych unit if they found out the truth. I couldn't go there - I wasn't crazy.

My eyes went the wires attached to my body on my arms, fingers, wrists and face. I pulled off the one connecting oxygen to my nose before rubbing to harshly, rip off the other medical equipment attached to me.

One by one I tore them off me and sat up although my head was spinning I could barely see properly. I swiftly leaped off the bed, tearing off extra wires that I managed to find on myself but then the machine started beeping.

Uh oh. .

My eyes widened and I quickly dashed to the door, twisting the knob and opening it, sprinting out of the hospital room.

My vision was blurry and I could barely see where I was going. I felt sick; my throat was tight and felt as though it was seconds away from releasing bile.

Running, I didn't even know where I was going. Therefore, I bumped into someone, crashing into them. But it wasn't anyone - it was him. I gasped softly, my eyes looking into his hazel ones although my view of his handsome face was blurry.

I felt my body weaken and his arms held me as my knees went out, unable to hold my heavy body any longer. I couldn't hear what he was saying and once again, my eyes fluttered shut, my body falling into the abyss of darkness.

When I awoke again, all I felt was numbness yet pain. Feeling sore was the worst thing ever. I hated it.

My eyes slowly opened but closed at the sudden bright lights on me. I squeezed my eyes closed, moaning gently in discomfort before opening my eyes again, squinting a little before my eyes finally adjusted and I could see clearly.

My eyes slowly moved around me, noticing a group of doctors looking at me. My eyebrows furrowed, and I tensed up, beginning to panic as my heartbeat raced.

About to sit up, one male doctor said, "don't be frightened, miss. We've just woken you up."

I relaxed myself and blinked a few times, a little confused. With a small yawn, my hand went to my head that was aching with a migraine. "My head hurts. . ." I managed to whisper, my voice soft yet it was hurting my ears.

"It will be hurting for the next couple of days but with the medicine, it will be getting better."

Woken me up. . .

Wait. . What?

"I don't understand. . ." I quietly said, puzzled as I looked at them. "Why am I here? Didn't I. . .die?"

"You did however some medicine and a defibrillator brought you back."

"So I. . ." I hesitated before looking back and him and saying, "I OD. . ."

I overdosed

I overdosed

What is wrong with me?

His eyes looked at me intently, "how are you feeling?"

I blinked a few times, registering what he had said for a moment. I responded with a small groan, "I have a splitting headache. I feel sick. Everything just hurts."

"That's quite normal actually. Miss, would you mind answering a few questions?"

My lips parted and I felt myself heating up, beginning to panic at his words.

"She just woke up. Can you give her a minute to take this all in?" A familiar, deep voice said from afar. My head turned and I saw him, leaning against the counter with his large arms folded and his beautiful eyes on the doctor. "In fact, can you give us a moment?

He nodded, pushing up his black glasses before exiting the room with the rest of his doctors.

Then we were alone.

Me and him.

Him and I.

The man that betrayed me.

Broke my trust.

Hurt me.

The man I still loved.

When I looked up again, our eyes locked automatically. I stared into those hazel eyes of his that always made my breath hitch no matter what.

Then I closed my eyes tightly, the painful memories filling my mind. I let out a shaky breath, holding back the tears. When I finally composed myself, I finally opened my eyes and spoke, breaking the silence.

". .thank you for saving me."

I was sincere and grateful. I wasn't lying at all. What happened on the rooftop would've been a grave mistake. There was no way I could have come back from it. As usual, he was always there for me. Always. Even if I hated him. Hated how I loved him.

"You don't need to thank me."

His voice was everything. I let out a small breath as shivers ran down my spine. I closed my eyes once more, taking in the warmth of his beautiful voice.

"H-How did you find me?" I asked, my eyes still closed. I couldn't look into his direction. If I did, I felt as though I would burst into tears.

"I've been looking for you for so, so long. . .I got lucky. ."

So he hadn't given up on me. He didn't forget about me and move on. He looked for me. Stefan lied.

"I hate you."

"Tell me how much you hate me."

"More than life itself."

"Tell me more."

"You hurt me. You broke my trust. You sold me to the man that ruined my life. You don't know half the things I've been through."

"Keep going."

"I hate you so much! I can't even express how much hatred I have for you! You ruined my life and I will never, ever be your girlfriend again, not even a friend! I despise you!"

"How much have you got left in you?"

"You're so infuriating! All you had to do was talk to me! We lost a baby for goodness sake! I was always there for you! Why was it so hard to just speak to me? I hate you, Cristiano Rossi, and just know that karma is a cold ass bitch, asshole."

"How do you feel?"

My lips parted to snap back then I realised something. I felt. . .better. All the anger I had in me was out and all that was left was hurt. I stared at him, my eyes studying his face and I continued to glare at the man.

"I need to get out of here. Figure out how to get me out today."

"Why today?" He curiously asked, his hazel eyes filled with seriousness.

"I have a little girl to get back to."

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Little girl?

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