Thread:LivingAloneWithMyThoughtsAndNutella/@comment-10438693-20140731014115

Chapter Two….

{...Someone’s Point Of View…}

 

“Isabelle Waters. Sweet, innocent Isabelle Waters.” I smiled as I opened my file for her. Ashton smiled as well, Hm. He has no idea what he’s getting himself into..

“Only human in the Vampyric orphanage, Let me just say, I want her dead. As soon as possible.”

“As in...Vampire? The “undead”?” Ashton asked, sometimes he can be a real idiot….

“No, Ashton. Dead. Not Undead. D-E-A-D. Dead” I spat at him.

Ashton gulped, “O-Okay,” He said, I smirked, he was afraid of me. Perfect.

{...Isabelle’s Point Of View..}

<span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I’m ready to put on my fake smile and pretend I’m okay…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed and put my diary in my bag before opening my room door and quickly running down the steps for breakfast.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Good Morning Mother Grace” I smiled. <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fake.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You can’t go to school today.” She said, she looks like she had been crying..

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why?” I mumbled, taking a piece of toast and ran butter over it.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“There was a fire..” She said looking down at her feet.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh, is everyone okay?” I asked hopefully it’ll be a yes...Everything is okay….

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Isabelle,” She whispered as she stepped closer to me

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Y-Yes?” I mumbled. I hope its a yes. Everything is okay, I can’t take anyone dying on me. <span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">again.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Crystal died..In the fire...She tried to save as most as she can...But, she didn’t make it..”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-What?” The tears won’t stay in any longer.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m sorry Isabelle..” She said a she patted my back and handed me a cup of tea.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“NO. You’re not sorry, Everyone is slipping away, And there’s nothing you can do about it” I sobbed as I ran to my room. I did the only thing I know and took out my diary and started to write.

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I've been noticing about myself lately that there is a serious edge of paranoia to my anxiety. I easily go from sending my friend a text to a minute later thinking that I probably offended them and they aren't answering me right away because I was so inconsiderate and that they are probably tired of me and my depressed ways and they've been distancing themselves from me anyways....But, It wasn’t that Crystal was mad at me, No. She’s..dead. I don’t want to believe it because, there is something telling me she isn’t. Its just lies. I want to wake up, So I know its just a sick, twisted, dream. M-Maybe Vampires can control your dreams? I know. It’s stupid. I just wish its all a dream...I want to wake up, I’m really hoping this is all a dream. But the thing is...Its not. Its real. And now, I’ll never die. I’m “undead,”.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Isabelle..What’s wrong..?” Zayn asked. I heard true concern in his voice. Why was that?

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t act like you fucking care Zayn, You and I both know that you don’t care, So just leave” I sobbed

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Leave? Why would I leave you?” He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I jumped up, slapping his hand away from my shoulder. “Don’t touch me.” I growled.

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do you really want to do that, Isabelle? You may be one of us now, But you will always be a depressed bitch who lost her parents” He spat

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“If I am depressive bitch, Why the hell are you in my room? Hm? Exactly.” I said as I shoved  him out of the door.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:24px;font-family:Comfortaa;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After about 3 hours of crying I finally got up <ac_metadata title="Mystic Hills - Chapter Two (In Progress)"> </ac_metadata>