The Blue Room

The drive to the Hospital is near to torture as I feel torn away from Isabella for each ticking second too long. The only thought that consumed me as I sat there in silence, trying my best not to show the tears that wanted to burn with pain down cheeks that had gone pale and near damn cold, the only single thing that ran through my mind is that all of this is my fault.

If I were not fucking cheating on her with Caylee, then none of this would have happened. I will wallow in my own misery rightfully deserved if anything has to happen to her.

So here I am, I am standing in a godforsaken waiting room. With each second that the clock ticks to a minute, there is a small piece of me that is slowly dying.

The hardest thing in life is having patience. They say the longer something takes, the better the outcome. Well, I say it is bullshit.