Providing a Good Deed

Seven.

                     3 Months Later

Izan
Walking into the hospital, cameras instantly flashed my way. I frustratedly watched as the paparazzi clashed and pushed over innocent visitors to get towards me.

"Izan Jones! Are you related to Alessia Monroé in any type of way? Hidden paparazzi followed you around! Word is you were homeless?"

"Izan over here!"
"Word around Monroé building is that Alessia is bound to lose her job as counter CEO and head psychologist!"

"IZAN! ARE YOU ALESSIA'S NEW BOYFRIEND?"

I pulled my hoodie over my head as I pushed through the many camera men and women.

This was an everyday thing for me. Irrelevant questions were thrown my way, flashes blurring my eyesight and everything else you could think of when it came to the paparazzi.

Heading towards the elevator, I pressed the number 3.

Riding up in silence, I prayed that Alessia had the strength to wake up today.

It's been 3 months. A long, boring and quiet 3 months.

Ina's wake had passed, so had the funeral.

I tell you, it was the most saddest funeral I had ever been to. Daniell had to be taken out of the church, David showed up of course and Derrick; Ina's boyfriend.

I've been helping Daniell around the house with the cooking, cleaning, and I'm always there for her whenever she's down.

Daniell had finally sent off the divorce papers 5 weeks ago. It only took her so long just because she wanted to make sure if it was the right thing to do. Daniell also attended counseling for self-esteem and divorce recovery.

I slowly walked off of the elevator as I entered inside of room 302.

Alessia was asleep peacefully with her eyes shut close as monitors beeped off and on. She looked at rest and so calm.

Hooks, shots and wires were hooked up everywhere around her body. It was hard to really look at her because she looked dead. She didn't look alive.

Flashbacks would always come into mind of how I found her in the shower, 3 months ago.

I've been coming to the hospital every day just to give her company. The doctors said that she could hear when you talked to her now.

"Wassup? How are you holding up?" I paused for a minute, laying my head on her lap as I closed my eyes.

"Alessia, I miss you so much."

"I've been bomb rushed by paparazzi every single time I step inside of the entrance doors. They're talking about you losing your job and shit, but I know you're too good to lose something as big as that. You're THE Alessia Monroé."

I laughed slightly, remembering the small memories we've shared so far.

"I miss you so much Alessia." I talked silently, more to myself.

Alessia
"...I miss you so much Alessia."

My eyes fluttered open slowly as a blur of a figure lied on top of my lap. I opened my eyes fully to reveal a persons head turned the other way as they breathed silently.

Tears fell down my face as everything slowly began to come back to me. I felt as if I was suffocating.

The pills.