Chapter 38: Monotonousness

I was drawing rough sketches on the paper for ideas when Saira entered the office but stopped when she saw the floor which was almost covered with balls of discarded papers and I was getting frustrated with the time.

“Isabella baby, don’t do this to yourself, please. Eat something, you need to take a proper rest as your body still hasn’t recovered from the shock.” She exclaimed with concern and I huffed in annoyance.

“I’m fine, Saira. I just want to…. I don’t need rest, I need new ideas to draw but it’s…..”

“Hey, I know you’re pretending to be okay but you’re not and that’s normal because what you have been going through emotionally is far from ‘okay’ but I assure you that everything will be alright soon. Just have some faith!” She came closer to me and rubbed my back to comfort me but it never works nowadays. I got the memory of that last moment back after 5 days of returning from the hospital and it broke me down again, utterly. John and Saira were there to keep me on my feet but