tw // accident mention / harm to family member
izzy's pov...
what? i look indy's awestruck face, yet still avoiding her eyes. i feel my jaw gaping slightly open, eyes wide as i trail my trembling hand up to my lips where her's previously were.
"i- i'm sorry. i'll go," my supposedly best friend says with an unmissable tinge of urgency in her shaking voice. i try to say something- anything- but there aren't enough syllables on my tongue to even mutter a small 'wait', so i don't say anything, and i watch as she turns to walk away from me for a second time. god, i'd just got her back. we were friends again. it was for the shortest amount of time, but the past few hours have been the best i've had in months. and now im letting her go. i'm standing here motionless in the torrential rain. i usually like the rain – it used to be a place of solace to me – but now, it's nothing more than background noise in the catastrophic cluster of my thoughts. i watch as she turns the corner. she's out of my sight, but it'll be impossible to get her out of my mind. and physically, now, she's gone. gone.
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i'm lying on my bed – the bed indy and i were sitting, giggling and talking naturally just moments ago. my face is damp from old tears and my eyes are blurry from new ones. i sit up, deciding to at least attempt to drag myself from this pit of misery i've gotten myself into; that she's gotten me into. i'm not going to deny it – i didn't feel nothing when she kissed me, but it just felt... strange. like we were hanging on by a thread, and the more she kissed me, the more the thread was unraveling; being pulled and pulled and pulled-
"bella!" i hear my mum shout, snapping me out of my looping thoughts. i race downstairs in search of anything to get me out of my head. but when i reach my mum, i don't think that's what this will do. i see splotches of red scattered across my mum's face.
"mum? what's- what's wrong? what's going on?" my mind races with different scenarios. was it indy? was it me? was it-
"it's dad. he's- he's been in a- in an accident."
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Teen Fiction"her knees buckled and hit the rain-coated, uneven ground, sending splinters of pain shooting up her spine. it was painful, horrendously painful, yet it still didn't even compare to the pain she felt while trapped in her mind. and no matter how far...
