If you're reading this, it means I survived long enough to tell my story. Or did I?
This is the story of my unfortunate love—a love that changed everything. My name is Isabelle Woods, a sophomore in the class of 2023. I wasn't the type to think I didn't deserve life. Sure, I'd joke about death—car wrecks, drowning. It was always vivid, too real, like glimpses of something waiting for me. But it was always just that, a joke. Something to laugh off.
Until him.
His name was Billie Fox, a junior. The moment I saw him, I couldn't imagine my life without him. It was like he stepped out of a dream—too perfect, almost unreal. He towered over everyone, at least 6'5", skinny but toned, with eyes like dark teal or maybe emerald, glowing subtly when the light faded. And when he smiled, those deep dimples etched into his cheeks were like two craters carved into the moon. He was my first love. At least, that's what my family called it.
My family trusted Billie to keep me safe. Boy, were they wrong.
In the beginning, it was perfect. He noticed me—not the version I pretended to be, but me. Then slowly, the perfect picture blurred. He bought me clothes, makeup, told me how to dress, how to style myself. At first, I went along with it. I purged everything about myself that he didn't like. But was it worth it?
When Billie came into my life, the thoughts of death disappeared. But when he left me, they came rushing back. This time, though, I craved the pain. I wanted to feel alive again, at any cost.
And now? If you're reading this... I went too far.
This is my story.
