They said, nothing will last forever. Everything will come to its end. Everything will be replaced and forgotten. But in my life, specifically that part, I wished that it has never ended.
　　Even the witch would never stop chasing me, as long as I am with Lennox, I will prefer that. But now, it came to its end. They are not after me anymore and Aster has faded away but the painful consequence is, Lennox is now gone, too.
　　He sacrificed himself for me. He chose to kill himself and it angered me. But I can’t keep being mad at him because maybe I will never understand it until my last breath, but for him, it was the right thing to do. What I would never accept is the fact that he is already gone.

　　I just woke up inside a strange room where every corner was painted with white color, from the ceiling to the floor. The wall is so high and I can’t look at the small window because it is too small and high for my height as if it was made not be looked at but just for the air to enter the room. Even standing on the bed or chair wouldn’t let me see what is on the outside.
　　I am clueless where I am and why I am here. All I know is the thing that I heard from the people who go here. They say something is wrong in my brain. That I am not normal and I might be crazy.
　　“Why no one believes me? Vampires and witches are true! The father of my child here inside my womb is a vampire,” I said hysterically, desperate for someone to believe me.
　　But they just shook their head then left.
　　I can’t still believe everything that happened to me. Even it is like the worst nightmare I ever had, I still don’t regret anything because some time in my life, I felt happiness. I experienced to love and to be loved. I will never regret the moments that I have where I was with Lennox.
　　All the pain that I felt, Lennox mended it with his presence and love. And now that he is gone, I don’t know what to do. I lost my life. I am now dead inside and it is so hard to fight the sadness and pain every day, trying to survive for our still unborn child. I want to end my life so I could follow and look for him, thinking that in the afterlife, we would be together without someone intervening. Pure happiness and peace will favor us. But I can’t. I can’t because I have the fruit of our love inside my womb that is dependent on me.

　　I stared blankly to the food given to me. The girl immediately left after she put it on the table. I slowly picked the spoon and started eating. I brought the food inside my mouth. I always have vegetables and bit of rice as meal.
　　I felt like something punched my stomach from the inside when I swallowed the food. I vomited it and I feel like I will also push out my organs from the inside. I feel sick and empty after. With body so weak, I kicked the table. I cried hard and screamed.
　　Why am I alone? Why Lennox left me alone? I need him now the most.
　　“Ahh!” I shouted as I feel the excruciating pain. I can’t focus where to put pressure when my chest and stomach hurt the same time.

　　I feel like my strength is being sucked out of my body. I screamed what I am feeling, hoping that it would ease the pain. I fell on the ground where my food scattered. My heart feels like it is burning and my stomach is being sucked from the inside. I looked at the two who just entered, begging for their help.
　　“Please!” I screamed in between my sobs.
　　“She’s really pain in the ass!” I heard one of them said.
　　“I’m sorry, please help me. It is so painful…” I whispered, trying to suppress my scream.
　　I bit my lips until it bled. Its scent made me nauseous and at the same time, I am suddenly thirsty. I closed my eyes as I sucked my own blood from my lips.
　　“She’s really crazy! Damn her. Now we are going to clean her mess!”
　　“Let’s make her sleep!”
　　I tried opening my heavy eyes. The girl stepped forward to me. She is holding a black stick then she pressed its end to the side of my stomach. Next thing I knew, voltage of electricity came out from it, making my body shake deliriously. I heard their crazy laughs. My body weakened and just like what they want, I fell asleep, more likely I lost my consciousness.
　　Days passed and I noticed how fast I lost weight. I became skinnier and lighter. My body can’t accept food anymore and every time they force me to eat, I would just vomit it. My stomach feels hollow literally. It doesn’t feel good. I am usually weak and my stomach always hurt plus my heart feels like burning. Am I dying?
　　“What happened to her?”
　　The doctor sounds really surprised when she entered my room. I am in the corner, sitting on the floor and hugging my knees.
　　I don’t have any energy, I feel so weak. My baby bump is already big which I think is too fast and it is not normal. The doctor squatted in front of me then she touched my cheek. She looks curious more than worried.
　　“What happened?” I asked her back.
　　She handed me a mirror, encouraging me to look at my reflection. When I did, my lips parted in shock after seeing my face.
　　My cheeks are already too hollow. Under my eyes are dark and thick bags. The color of my skin is as white as the paper. My lips that are supposed to be red are pale and chapped.
　　“It has been one month since you came here and you still had flat belly back then but now, your baby bump looks like it is already seven months old,” she whispered.
　　Every night I cry for the loss of the love of my life. I miss Lennox so much. I feel like I am going crazy because of the pain I am feeling. I feel like I am dead but every time I feel the pain in my stomach and heart, I believe that I am still alive.
　　One day, they dragged me out of that room. They made me wear a white dress where my hands are tied inside its pocket so I won’t hurt anyone, according to them. I just want to laugh on their faces for thinking that I am that crazy. Why would I hurt people? I want to hurt those witches instead.
　　“Sweet!” Irene stood from her chair then she hugged me. When she pulled away, she scanned me, examining me. She stared at me with wide eyes then it turned bloodshot because of the tears. “What happened to you?” she asked with a shaking voice.
　　She assisted me to sit across her.
　　“Your baby bump is growing but you look like you are dying. What is happening to you, Sweet? They told me that they found you in the woods and you were shouting, saying unbelievable things. Did something happen to you to be traumatized? Did someone violate you? Who is the father of your child?” she asked.
　　I shook my head. “The story is too long but I was not raped. Lennox is the father of my child.”
　　Her forehead creased when she heard my answer. “Lennox? Who is he? If you’re not raped, what happened to you? Why are you like this?”
　　She started crying. She covered her face with her hands, probably can’t stand how I look. She sounds so worried and concerned. I smiled sadly while watching her. We were not that close but we cared for each other. She took care of me when I was sick. I sighed and shook my head again.
　　“You will not believe if I tell you.”
　　I left even her visiting time isn’t done yet. I can’t sit there to see how much she is hurting because of my situation. She’s a friend to me.
　　I was given a pencil and sketchpad like what I requested. I am so bored inside this white room and I may go crazy. I tried drawing him to ease my pain and sadness.
　　Why does he need to be gone? I closed my eyes tightly and let my tears fall. I really miss him so much. Every time I close my eyes, I always see him and when I open it again, I miss him. And the most painful part of that is the image I keep remembering. His last moment when he stabbed himself and he was turning into ashes with a sad smile.
　　I wasn’t even able to hug him for the last time. It was taken away from me.
　　Why can’t we just be together and have a normal life? Why can’t I be happy? Why does every time I have something or someone to love, it is always taken away from me? Can’t I experience being happy permanently? Was I born to suffer?
　　He was my happiness but now he is gone. He was taken away from me and I am now locked up in jail of misery and sadness where I am being slowly killed by the memories. I just have one hope and reason remaining and it is our child.
　　“You have a visitor again.”
　　When I went out, I didn’t expect who was waiting for me. Her blank stare welcomed me and I looked back at her with the same intensity.
　　“Stella…”
　　She scanned me then she shook her head. I sat on the chair across her and I silently take the bearable pain in my heart again. I always feel like it is being burned.
　　“How are you?” she asked.
　　I remained with my straight face. “Based on what you can see, what do you think?” I asked.
　　Her gazed went down to my big bump.
　　“You will die soon.”
　　I smiled bitterly and nodded. I know that. I can feel that. Every day I can feel my death nearing. I realized that I will be gone soon and it hurts me thinking about our child.
　　“I know… but why?” I whispered.
　　I can’t stop thinking about that. Why am I dying? I know that I will face my death soon, but I don’t know what the reason is.
　　She clasped her hands and stared at me intently.
　　“He didn’t turn you into a creature like him, a vampire. And human like you can’t support a baby who’s a bloodsucking creature inside your womb. He is slowly sucking your blood and flesh inside, and that is the reason why you are slowly dying.”
　　I inhaled sharply, closed my eyes and nodded a bit. I touched the bump and I felt it moved inside me.
　　If it is for our child, I will be happy to sacrifice myself. I remember what Lennox told me about something. He is going to do it if only we managed to escape. That must be it. He was talking about turning me into a vampire so I could live with them forever.
　　“And not just that…” She sighed. I looked at her with my lips parted. There is another reason?
　　“What?” I asked that came out as a whisper.
　　“Your heart is also dying because the real owner of it is already gone.”
　　I wanted to die after Lennox’s death but I changed my mind when I thought about our child. I don’t want him to grow alone, just like me and his father. But then, it seems like it is what’s gonna happen. It is already my heart who is giving up. The heart that isn’t mine is slowly dying to follow his real owner.
　　“I warned you from the start, I told you to stay away from him to stop the tragic fate but you didn’t listen.”
　　There is an additional reason for me to cry at night. I can’t imagine the future life of our child. He is going to open his eyes in this world without a parent. He will grow up alone just like me. I don’t want him to feel that. The feeling of being unwanted and unloved. Because if only he will know, we love him so much.
　　He is going to grow in an orphanage. What if someone will adopt him then they would hurt him? What if he will cry in sadness and pain every night? Why does he need to experience what I had? He doesn’t deserve to be alone.
　　“Baby, I love you. Your Papa loves you, too. Always remember that,” I whispered to him as I caressed my baby bump lovingly. I hope he will feel how much we love him.
　　Since that day I learned that I will really die, I talk to our baby every time. I want him to know how much we love him and I hope he will remember it. That sounds impossible but I hope I could store it In his mind and heart so he won’t grow up like me, always asking himself why he doesn’t deserve to be loved.
　　I don’t want him to think that he is not loved. Nothing is wrong with him and he deserves everything in this world.
　　“Baby, do you hear me? I love you more than my life. We love you so much…”
　　As the day passes, the pain keeps on intensifying. When it attacks me, I can’t move my body anymore. It got worse. Breathing is hard because it makes the pain worst. My bump is also now bigger; he is ready to come out any time soon.
　　I am excited yet sad because the day he will be born is the time I will exit this world. I know that I will die after I deliver him. Why are you growing so fast, baby? It’s just been two months since I started of being aware that you are inside me.
　　I am just lying on my bed when I felt something. I heard panicking screams and heavy steps from the outside. I smelled a smoke as if something is burning. I tried standing when I realized it. The building is burning!
　　It took me a long time before I managed to sit up. I want to stand on the floor but I can’t move too much. I can’t even touch the cold floor with my feet! Tears started to stream down my cheeks. I can’t be locked here! I have a baby!
　　“Help me!” I tried to shout as loud as I can.
　　I felt hope in me when the door opened.
　　One of the staff who always goes here entered