Life After the Storm

LILLY'S POV 

As I wake up, I look around, everything surrounding me is black. I have no sense of life. I can hear the beeping that surrounds me and the people talking, but I feel it would be better not to be woken up. As I feel the life inside me gone, my heart aches more than it has ever.

I never thought I would ever feel a worse pain than what I felt when I lost my family. Oh! was I wrong, this pain is so much worse it's like someone has ripped my soul from my body and there's no way for it to return. I hate how my life has been turned upside down. I don't want to be a healer, I don't want to be anything, I just want to be left alone to die.

I begin to think that none of this would have happened if my family had been alive, it all could have been avoided. I become so angry with myself, blaming the only people who have ever truly loved me. It is not their fault all that has happened. If they were still here, they would help me fight this life of misery and find a way out of it. Then I wonder why I am giving up. I need to fight, but how.

God, falling in love what a fucking joke I should have known better. I feel like such a fool that I allowed myself to fall in love with someone who didn't love me back. The first time I find any kind of normalcy, and it's gone just like that and there is no chance of even trying to save it.

Ivan would allow me to be free. I should have known better when he knew where I was, I should have run. But I trusted Landon

healer, but he did not need my protection. He only distracted me from reality. I should have never allowed myself to be so distracted by him. I knew what I had to do, which

will not be able To pretend that I am asleep forever. I'm going to have to face what everyone has done to me. The hurt that they have cost me and the betrayal that they

want to talk to anyone, I make a promise to myself not to allow myself to love or care about anything ever again. I'm tired of feeling nothing but pain, it's time to just simply feel nothing. I'm not sure If

I put my hands on my belly, I know that she is gone. As my heart breaks and tears start to form, I shut them off not wanting to show any kind of emotion. I hate

not. No one should have to be forced to live. I do not look at anybody who walks into the room as voices surround me, I am mute. I do not answer

all over my body which is almost like a relief to actually feel something. As I listen to them talk, I can hear Ivan, “why is she not responding to anything

she does not want to respond. She isn't