She Was Wrath!

Nine

Alexander

My heart beat was stable and my fever had subsided without any problem. I don't know if this is serious or i should ignore it.

I have been having continuous headaches for sometimes now and I fear that I might be sick. I don't want to go to the hospital because I might be diagnosed with something that I least expect.

I remember when my mother had gone for a normal routine check in the hospital then she was diagnosed with cancer. She was terrified that she cried herself everyday.

The fear of finding out that I might be going through the same thing hadls made me avoid the hospital as much as I can.

I turn around in bed and see the smiley little face. I want to assume that I haven't seen her but then I opening my eyes wide I see her looking down at me, "hey baby."

She jumps on top of the bed and sits next to me. She is the only thing I am proud of. Ever since she was born, I made sure she got a good life that any kid would dream of. It has not been easy especially when I have to fly abroad for business. Everytime I am around, I make sure that I give her all the attention she needs.

"Daddy," she calls excitedly as she poked me on the side. I quickly wrapped my head around her body and tickled her. Jumping out of my graps she grabs the sheets and pulls them from my body. I gladly let her do it before she stands in front of me with a frowing face.

She inherited every feature from her mother. I have been wondering what feature of mine did she inherit? Maybe the calmness and the introvert nature.

"What have I done?" I ask as I watch her stand in the same position for a moment.

"Have you forgotten?" She asks and then slowly kneels down and starts to play with her fingers.

I rake my brain to think of what she means by that but it seems like I truly forgot and can't remember what she wants. My mind has been occupied of late.

Ever since Vanessa came back, something has been weighing me down, guilt.

I have been guilty. Seeing her made me feel a hundred emotions all at once but again I felt like I didn't do the right thing seven years ago. I felt like she went through alot of things that might be be my fault.

She lost an eye which I found very odd. At a point I thought she was just faking the eye patch but when she wore it to the royal wedding casting day, I knew she had lost an eye and it was not a joke. To some extent I started reminiscing of everything that had happened after I left her in that penthouse. She had all her two eyes, she was well apart from the small wounds she had suffered when I tried to_

What if I had by accident made her lose that one eye? What if I am the reason she has one eye and not her two eyes. Maybe I thought I didn't cause her damage but I did.

Another thing that I still find odd is the fact that she doesn't have a baby with her. What happend to the baby she was expecting? Did she lose the baby?

I can't find the courage in me to ask her about it. I have always felt guilty when I tried to ask my mother if she can remember anything from that day. If she can even remember the voice of the person or who spoke to her that day but she always shakes her head. All she does nowdays is go to my father's monument everyday and she would stay there until ten from seven in the morning. She is okay being there which makes me feel sorry for her.