Some people laugh off their embarrassment. Some people can just laugh off when they screw something up. To Isabel Christie Wick messing up was a tragedy. Something that would fall heavy on her shoulders. Something she couldn't ignore. Something she carried around with her a secret she couldn't tell anyone. Isabel had always needed to be perfect. Her older sister had been perfect. Popular, Smart, Pretty. Isabel had been unknowingly forced into the position of her older sister. But later when her family realized she would never be her sister, they had turned on her not wanting to be around a child that didn't meet their expectations. Nothing could ever happen to Sienna. Nothing ever did. She lived a happy life filled with Boys Bras and periods. Nothing particularly exciting ever happened to Sienna.
Until it did.
One fatal blow.
one last mark...
and she was gone for good.
Isabel's family had mourned her death but than had resided to being angry and everyone who wanted anything from them. Isabel was eleven than. She knew little of her parents anger towards her and anyone else near them and didn't act accordingly. The Parents she had loved so dearly for so many years was blocking her out, Accumulating together in their own grief. They were turning to common poisons to drench their souls of a different feeling, Uncontrollable desires for alcohol or Laudanum to relieve them of their own distress. It is quite a sad thing to see someone you once love, lose control over any sense of reality... turning to poisons that quicken the coming end, it is a sad thing to watch someone you know or Love be sucked into a spinning world of grief.
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Diary's of Isabel Christie Wick
Fiction généraleIsabel Christie Wick is fourteen year old living in a boarding school afraid to go home for she is scared of what she might find.
