Sleeping with a lie

(11)

Hey guys. This chapter will be very drama filled I guess you could say. You can tell by the picture. That is what Shailene looks like, but in a hospital bed.
Enjoy!

Like I said, I didn't want to remember what happened. But I can tell you one thing, there was blood.

I wake up in the same room with Belle. Her little body was covered in baby pinks and crocheted blanket. With my free hand, I stuck my finger into the equbator letting her hold my finger.

"Shai?" Ansel says from the doorway.

I ignore him, texting Clara on my phone.

"Shai, would you listen to me?"

I put my phone down. "You did this... to me me!!"

"What do you mean?!"

"I am the one who gave Belle the genetic disease. Brain cancer."

Ansel scoffs, lightly chuckling. "So who's fault is that?"

"WHO GOT ME PREGNANT, ANSEL!" I yelled. My heart monitor beeped. I needed to calm down. That was almost impossible with Ansel in the room.

"So now your putting this on Belle?!"

"NO, I'M PUTTING IT ON US!!!"

That sentence left him speechless. So speechless that he grabbed a chair and slung it across where I was. I jump back.

He was yelling how it was my fault that I was sick, and how I blamed the world for my problems. chairs and tables were broken, Belle started to cry.

Hit the button. I order in my mind.

I smack the code button, a nurse immediately running in the room. She calls security, and helps Belle and I get back to normal.

Dr. Linn sat next to me. "I can fix this,"

I shake my head. "Can I just have a minute?"

"Yeah." As she left the room, Mom walked in. A motherly instinct told her to cradle me. With her body hugging mine, I wail in the pillow. Somehow, crying made me feel a whole lot better.

"I hate him mom," I say shaking. "I want Belles name to be changed mine. Can... Can we do that?

"Anything for you sweetie." She combed her finger through my hair softly.

Next day

Ansel Elgort baby drama! Daughter Belle has been caught on camera for the first time. Next a interview on Shailene Woodley's Suicide Attempt last Sunday.

I gave permission for E.T to interview me over my past couple days here in the hospital. I sat criss cross in the blue padded chair, no makeup on, my hair flattened by a grey Under Armour head band, wearing a shirt that read Born Free and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Hey Shailene." The brunette interviewer greeted.

I smile. "Hello,"

"So how has it been? I mean, you've had a baby, and now you are diagnosed with brain cancer, how do you cope with that?"

I look down, shaking my head. "Coping with it? It's unimaginable. I'm not going to go in deep detail about my daughter, but I will say that having brain cancer hasn't changed my lifestyle one bit."

"Howcome?"

"Enjoy the small things," I say softly, but loud enough for her to hear me. "That's what keeps me driving."

"Amazing. That's what I like about you, Shailene. You are so down to earth- amazingly beautiful inside and out."

"Thank you." I say.

"Who's the romantic interest?"

"Uh, pass on that?" I chuckled, remembering about myself sobbing earlier.

"Last question, tell us about the suicide attempt that everyone is buzzing about."

"Sunday, I had a controversy with Ansel, and lately, I have been over mounds of stress. But no, that was not a suicide attempt. I had a brain hemorrhage."

"Dear God. And how is Belle doing?"

"Okay."

After the interviewer asked me the rest of her questions, I let her hold Belle.

"Her eyes are so pretty! And she's so small!" She rocked Belle in her arms. It was almost natural.

"Do you have a child of your own?"

"Nope. My husband and I want to wait." She smiled down at Belle.

"I just thought you were because your a natural," I lightly chuckled. I pick up her Belle's fresh bottle of milk and hand it to the interviewer. "W-What's your name?"

"Bren, Brendonna is my full name- but Bren."

I nod, laying back down on the hospital bed. I wanted to get to know Bren.

Just for now.