Blue at Midnight Read Free

even though I realised I needed something a lot stronger now. Naomi had
even brought me a biscuit to have with it, just like my mother used to. No
matter how stressed and hot-headed she was, deep down I always knew her heart
was in the right place.
    “Izzie, can you
remember what happened?”
    “I drowned,
didn’t I?” Taken back by my abruptness she paused to think about her response.
    “Yeah, but you
were lucky. There was a rescue team on standby because of the storm. Jenny’s
dad said he saw you.”
    “Saw me do
what?” At that moment I felt a lump in my throat as I realised what it must
have looked like to anyone who was watching me.
    “Well you
weren’t pushed and you didn’t fall.”  
    “What did he say
I did?” I looked her straight in the eyes hoping it would diminish the thought
she had in her mind.
    “Maybe it’s best
you speak to Dr Bennet.”
    “Dr Bennet! Why
on Earth would I want to speak to her?”
    “Don’t make this
difficult for yourself. I’m only trying to help you.”
    “Help me with
what? I don’t need help? You think I’d actually commit suicide?” That was the moment
I knew that she’d already chosen her side and it wasn’t mine. This was the
beginning of a nightmare. Once my dad found out he would be exactly the same,
probably even worse, as he’d keep throwing it in my face. All it took was a
daydream with a never-ending trail of thoughts to leave me like this.
    I needed to get
out. This place was for the frail and sick, not me. After my mother died in
this hospital, I made sure I stayed well away from this place. Being here was
like waiting in a forgotten room that oozed pain and misery. Plus it wouldn’t
be long before my dad came bursting through those doors. With that pulsing vein
on his forehead desperate to burst, he would be struggling to hold back the
urge to tell me how foolish I had been.  
    Once he’d heard what
had happened from Naomi he would take the opportunity to add more house rules,
allowing him to take full control of my life. He just couldn’t understand that
his children had grown up and were independent. Instead he saw it as a threat
that was constantly challenging his ways. We were raised by our mother. Our dad
spent all his time working and when he decided to get to know us it was too
late. We didn’t share much of a bond.
    Sick of my mind
being bombarded with all these sad memories I decided to get up and get out of
here.   Better than lying here feeling
sorry for myself waiting for that time bomb to enter through those hospital
doors. Pulling my strength together I pushed myself up and out of the bed, only
to find myself feeling a little light-headed. Slowly, I walked towards the ugly
orange chair sitting on the left side of the room, next to the side table, and
grabbed my coat. Even though I was wearing my blue and white pyjamas, I still
thought if I kept my head down I’d have a good chance of walking out. Naomi had
taken all of my clothes to her car as they must have smelt awful after being
drenched in that murky sea-water. Carefully I turned the squeaky door handle
moving my ear towards the opening, listening for the hospital staff.
    “What the hell was
she thinking? Is she stupid?” shouted a highly frustrated man. This could only
be one person.  
    “Calm down Mr
Hibbs. You must understand that Isabelle is in a very fragile state of mind
right now,” explained Dr Bennet. As usual my dad wasn’t paying any attention to
the doctor’s advice.
    “Look, you need
to go in there and find out if she’s going to do it again because I don’t think
she’s right in the head. I mean she was always distant when her mother was
alive but since then I feel like I don’t even know her anymore.”
      “I understand your concern but this is not the
right approach Mr Hibbs,” replied the patient doctor.
    “Well at home,
every time I walk into the room she walks out and when I ask her something she
either gives me a vague answer or sits there