CHAPTER 50- Take Me

Demi's POV  

         I sat up in bed, my eyes adjusting to the darkness as a pit formed in my stomach. 

"Hermosa? What's up?" Wilmer muttered sleepily next to me, sitting up a bit. 

"I don't know but somethings wrong, I can feel it."  I could feel my anxiety senses tingling for some reason, something felt extremely wrong, like there was a hole in my heart. "I'm gonna go check on Izzy." I muttered, and Wilmer too got out of bed. 

"I'll make you some tea to get you back to sleep." 

I nodded and slowly walked to Izzy's room, puzzled as to why I was feeling this way. She wasn't in her bed, but light was shining through from her bathroom. 

"Izzy? Are you in there?" I knocked on the door and jiggled the handle but it was locked. "Izzy?" Suddenly the feeling in my chest grew and I slammed my hand on the door. "WILMER!" 

He came runnign instantly, "What?" 

I pointed to the door, "Get it open she's in there and not responding." 

Wilmer nodded and grabbed the handle, slamming his shoulder into the wood. It groaned, and splintered after Wilmer's shoulder flew into it a second time. Once more, and it crumpled like aluminim. I shoved him aside and a petrified scream left my mouth. 

"NO! CALL 911 WILMER. NO IZZY BABY." Tears were streaming down my face as I collapsed next to my daughter who was lying in a pool of her own blood. My eyes trained on her wrists and I gagged, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. 

Izzy's wrists were hacked up and bloody, I could see the tissues in the deepest cuts. Her skin was pale and lifeless as I pulled her body into my arms, my hands slick with her blood as I tapped her face, wetting it with my tears. 

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP GOD DAMMIT PLEASE BABYGIRL." 

Wilmer was in the doorway crying and talking to the operator on the phone. 

"Yes... my daughter she's cut too deep... there's a lot of blood I don't know how long she's been there for I need you to send an ambulance right away. Thank you." 

He knelt beside me and felt her pulse, cursing as he grabbed her wrists. 

"Demi we need to put pressure on her wrists, help me." I moaned as he grabbed my hands and placed them onto my daughter's bloody arms. 

"She's gonna be okay." I don't know if he was telling me or trying to convince himself. 

"She has to be okay." 

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        "I'm so sorry Mrs. Lovato. We did everything we could." I could physically feel my heart tearing at the seams as the doctor walked away with a saddened expression. I collapsed into Wilmer's arms, the tears coming in buckets down my face as I screamed out, fisitng his t-shirt in my hands. 

"NO! SHE CAN'T BE. PLEASE. I'LL DO ANYTHING." I screamed at God, begging him to bring my baby back, to let me tell her that I love her one more time, to hold her hand and see her smile that always held a secret. I wanted to take her place, why couldn't I die and not her? 

"TAKE ME." I pleaded, looking up at the ceiling and ignoring the sympathetic stares of the onlookers. 

"TAKE ME! NOT HER NO PLEASE NOT HER. BRING HER BACK." 

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 "Demi! Wake up!" My eyes flew open to see Wilmer looking at me with a concerned expression. 

"Izzy-" 

"She's fine- Well, the same." 

I nodded and relaxed into Wilmer's chest, staring at my unconscious daughter in the hospital bed as he wrapped his arms around my body protectively. 

"Go back to sleep nena, she's fine and should be waking up within the next day or two." 

I nodded, curling into a childlike ball and using him as both a blanket and a pillow. 

I pray to God he's right. 

~*~
Izzy's POV 

        I woke up to bright lights glaring into my face. I lifted one hand to shield my eyes as I examined my surroundings. Hospital room? Suddenly the events from last night came rushing to my memory and my eyes filled with tears. How could I be so stupid? Of course with my luck they didn't leave me to die. 

Fake it Isabella, fake it until they trust you, then you can do it. 

You can finally be at peace. 

You can finally die. 

I looked around the room, seeing my mom and dad curled up on a chair together, their limbs intertwined. 

"Momma?" My mom blinked her eyes open and the slowly focused on me, as if not believing it. Finally, her eyes widened and she jumped up. 

"Izzy! Oh my God baby you're awake!" She ran over to me and pulledme into a hug. I ignored the pounding in my head and squeezed her back tightly. "Oh my God." She whispered over and over again, running her fingers through my hair. "You're alive thank God." 

I felt my dad wrap his arms around both of us and sigh deeply, I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as my mom shook with sobs. 

See what you do to them? 

You're nothing but a burden. 

I dug my teeth into my lower lip, fighting back from screaming at the inner demons controlling my thoughts. 

"I'm sorry." I blubbered, letting my tears soak into my mom's shirt. 

"Shh baby, I've got you. It's okay." She murmured into my ear softly, "I've got you." 

The doctor walked in then, a huge smile on his face. 

"Welcome back Isabella. We were certainly worried about you." I smiled softly at the doctor, and my mom gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. 

"I've just got to change the bandages on your wrists... Mrs. Lovato-" 

"I'm staying for this one." My brows furrowed as I realized she had been in so much pain she couldn't even stand to look at my wrists. 

"If you're comfortable with it that's fine." 

I could see my mom physically tensing after each layer of bandaging was removed, and she tried to stifle her gasp as my wounds were revealed. She didn't have to though, mine was loud enough for the both of us. 

My eyes trailed over the puffy and red mutilated skin, I didn't even realize I'd done it that many times, I just kept slashing. The doctor softly patted the angry lines down with a brown liquid, and finally re-wrapped it, and my mom let out a breath she'd been holding the entire time. 

"Well now that you're awake and your vital signs are healthy you are free to leave. It will take me an hour or two to get your discharge papers though, so sit back and relax." 

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