Chapter 42 ~ Scared Of Me?

{Isla’s POV}

It had been dark, void, and scary.

But I wasn't dead.

I had been very much alive— I had been alive in pain, anguish, and angst.

I don’t know where any of those three had come from but they had struck me like ball lightning.

I had been standing gracefully on the Dias with my Father and Mother, faking a huge smile that I had shone to the gleeful crowd that had been before me before a sudden surge crashed into me and I fell.

Then it became dark, void, and scary.

I was in my Dad’s embrace now—blood stained with ragged clothes, but I didn’t know how I got there because I couldn’t remember a fucking thing!

All I could remember was the pain, the anguish, and the angst.

I was confused, but my confusion was nothing like my weakness as I stood, shakily leaning against my Dad with heavy pants pouring out my chest.

You would think I ran twelve miles twelve times in twelve minutes.

About fifty people surrounded me now, and even though they were staring at me like I had jus