mention of self harm, blades and scares. please read with coution.
Isabella Evergreen
Isabella flinched at the mysterious person banging on the door. When she would shower at her fathers house, he would bang on the door if she took too long in the shower. Or, sometimes she would lock her door when she would cut red lines though her skin with a blade, Glen would bang on the door.
Isabella walked to the door scared. She took a deep breath and quickly opened the door. She quickly figured who the person was. Katherine. Her best friend she hasn't seen all summer. Isabella smiled, "I hate you." she said and quickly pulled her into a hug.
Katherine thankly didn't touch her covered bruise.
"I missed you, too." Katherine said through her hair.
After a while they let go of each other and Katherine walked in the dorm and sat on Isabella's bed. "We should go to the pub for dinner." Katherine thought.
Isabella was in the bathroom and went back to her eye makeup. "should we?" she questioned.
"Yes, we should." Katherine sat up on the bed.
"Okay, I'm almost ready. Give me a few minutes." Isabella shouted from the bathroom as she was now brushing her chocolate brown hair.
After she was finished she came out of the bathroom and grabbed her coat from her closet. "You ready?" Isabella asked.
Katherine nodded. "Yup." She got up from the bed and both of the girls left the dormitory.
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Once the two girls were at the small coffee shop, they ordered their dinner.
"I will get one hot chocolate and a coffee with oat milk."Isabella said as Katherine was sitting at the table. "Also two blueberry muffins and two pieces of your chocolate cake, please."
"No problem." The boy smiled and made her order as Isabella waited.
The boy finished with the order and gave in to isabella. She paid and walked to katherine. "Here is your hot chocolate with your blueberry muffin and chocolate cake miss." she joked.
"Oh! Thank you." Katherine laughed and Isabella sat across from her.
"So, how's your summer?" Isabella asked.
"It was great, my mum and dad brought me to paris." Katherine said as she was sipping her hot chocolate.
"really? what was it like?" Isabella picked at her cake with her fork.
"It was wonderful! The city was beautiful." Katherine rambled on how the shops and the food were good and amazing. She talked about the view of paris on the eiffel tower and the baked goods in a little tea shop she went to. "You have to come with us on our next trip, Bella."
"If my dad lets me then I will." Isabella's father wouldn't let her go on such a long trip, but she would like to think that he would.
Katherines smile became droopy. "Speaking of your dad. How are you? Are you okay?"
Isabella sighed. "I'm trying to be. I had to cover fifteen bruises." she said, rubbing her covered bruise on her arm.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that again, Bell." Katherine was the only person who knew about her father because once while she was covering her bruises last year Katherine came into her dorm room without knocking and saw her body covered in bruises. " I just hope you move out of there soon and live your best life the way you always wanted to."
"I know. Me too." Isabella agreed. "Hopefully I'll have enough money."
"You will. I know it." Katherine assured her.
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After Isabella and Katherine went for a little walk, looking at the clothes through the windows, the two girls went back to school. They were both in katherines dorm room, Katherine lying on her bed and Isabella lying on her loveseat. They were bored out of their minds and had nothing to do. They couldn't go back out and go for a walk since its past curfew, so they had to stay in. They didn't want to go to the lounge room because the people in there would be too loud or too messy.
That was until Isabella heard katherines phone go off. Katherine checked her phone and read a message she got. "There's going to be a party at the old house."
The old house is an old shed no one uses anymore, the students go there for parties or seacret gatherings. It used to be for teachers and their belongings but there was another house built. It was much better. so the teachers used that one
"We should go." Katherine sat up on the bed and looked at her.
Isabella groaned. "I don't feel like going to a party, kat."
"We don't have anything better to do. Come on! It's going to be the first party of the year." Katherine begged.
Isabella had a minute to think. "Fine, we'll go." She agreed. "But we need to change."
Katherine squealed and the two girls got ready. Isabella wore some of katherines clothes. She wore a white long sleeve button up with brown checkered trousers. She didn't want to reveal too much skin because she was worried that her covered bruises would smudge and reveal them. Katherine just wore a black dress with a brown coat.
Katherine and Isabella got there and immediately went to drink. Katherine saw a guy she liked and told Isabella that she would be right back. She walked towards the guy, leaving Isabella alone. Isabella looked around and saw the old house was all brown, lit with candles everywhere. She thought it looked pretty and walked around to look at the house. As she was about to walk up the stairs someone poured a bucket of ice cold water on her. She was shocked. She looked up and saw a brown haired boy on the stairs with a bucket.
She looked around seeing everyone was looking at her. At her body.
Oh no, Isabella thought. She completely forgot she was wearing white. She looked down and saw her now see-through shirt was showing her body covered in scars and her not so covered bruises.
Her eyes were in tiers and she looked back up at the boy. At the corner of her eye Katherine pushed through the crowd and saw her body then to the boy. Isabella ran out of the house sobbing.
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Romance⚠️TW⚠️ Mention of abuse, drugs, alcohol, death, blood, rape, sexual assault, blades, and knives. so if you are triggered by any of these it is best for you to not read this book. to the boy who thought he would never hurt her, to the girl who thoug...
