𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 | Isabela x Reader

Mind Is A Prison

A/N: Before I start I wanted to say that there will be a frequent mention of blood, abandonment, as well as curse words in this book. If you aren't comfortable with it, please don't read this.

You're turning 18 here while Isa just turned 20. Mira's 14.

I hope you enjoy this chapter:) I usually only write about characters pining for each other so this takes more out of my brain LMAOO, it'll have slower updates than my other book:))

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I blink awake as the scene of my parents leaving me stays etched straight into my brain. It's been nine years and yet I continue to relive the moment every single day. My mind had been imprisoned that day, and it could never let me move on.

Everyone my age keeps talking about falling in love with the perfect partner, but that was all lies. It isn't some fairytale where a princess meets a prince and everyone lives happily ever after.

That's nothing but bullshit and wishful thinking. It's just something that gives kids false hope of getting some perfect love that will never come. My parents were proof of that.

Everything was fine until things suddenly came crashing down way too fast, leaving their only daughter alone in an environment she was unfamiliar with.

I sit up and let my eyes adjust to the dark as I take my journal to put in another four am entry.

I moved in with my abuelita ever since that horrid day. I'm thankful to have her since she's the only family I have left, especially because she was so patient and understanding with me.

My parents never liked her- they always called her crazy when she would write in letters about some family having magic and gifts in the small town she lived in.

The nine-year-old me was astounded when I found out of course. But I didn't go out of my way to find out if it was true when I first moved in.

I completely locked myself inside the house, not bothering to get out of bed or eat for several weeks. I wasn't the kindest to abuelita at first either.

I couldn't let myself get attached to anyone else anymore, because if I did, I was afraid they'd just leave me too. But abuelita persevered to crack open my tough exterior, which was my way to cope with the pain.

The day eventually came for another kid to get her gift. Abuelita had forced me to attend as a way to show my respects, even though I was sure I'd just sulk in a corner somewhere.

That day, abuelita proved herself with the magic and gifts. Except, the girl who was supposed to get one... didn't.

Seeing her anxious and frightened expression reminded me of how I looked when I was left. I had comforted her when she sneaked out on her own and she eventually ended up being my only friend.

She pestered me day and night to spend time with her, and abuelita repeatedly allowed her despite my protests. I had eventually lowered my guard around her as time passed by. She wasn't that bad.

Unlike her eldest sister.

Always feeling above others like some kind of princess, treating Mirabel like some kind of pavement she merely walks on... of everyone in this town, she infuriates me the most. She tries to act perfectly in front of everyone, making them sing her praises despite actually having a rotten core.

She put on a show for everyone to watch and she hates me just as much for seeing through it. It was a part of Mirabel and I's daily routine to rant about her prissy, perfect, irresistible face.

She may be gorgeous, but I certainly found it to be quite a waste on her.

Once I finish writing on my journal, I check the time to find it pointing at 6. I let out a sigh and get up, washing the tiredness from my face.

When I exit the bathroom, Mirabel comes barging into my room. I roll my eyes as she looks straight at me with her bright ones. "Abuelita gave me her blessing to-"

"To take me out today as usual. And just like every other time, I have no choice." I say as I push her further away from me to maintain a comfortable amount of space between us.

"Right right, anyway, you're joining us for dinner tonight." She says as she drags me onto the street to go shopping. I try to remove her hold on me but she doesn't budge.

"No, I'm not." I state as she heads to a stall, choosing between several fabrics and yarn.

She picks up a dress and places it on top of me to check if it's the right length. "You are. We need to celebrate your birthday." She whispers, her eyes pleading.

I push the dress back towards her as annoyance shows on my face. "Celebrating my birthday is like celebrating the day my parents left. It's dead to me Mirabel. Furthermore, your sister will be there."

As I head to place the dress back in its rack, I bump into someone. As I'm almost about to mutter an apology, a familiar voice speaks. "Watch where you're going yo-"

I roll my eyes and turn away. "Oh great, it's the devil herself. How nice of you to grace us with your evil presence." I mutter, pretending to forget her existence already.

She lets out an exasperated huff and uses her vines to make me face her.  She raises an eyebrow at me and places her hands on her hips. "I see you still have an inferiority complex."

I stare straight into her eyes, not even trying to struggle against her vines as I challenge her. "And I see you still have a god complex."

She clenches her fist, making the vines only wrap tighter around me. She steps closer to me, poking her sharp nail against my chest as she narrows her eyes. "Apologize for purposely bumping into me and we can forget this happened."

I laugh at her to piss her off even more. "Make me, princesa."

"Isa that's enough." Mirabel says as she holds onto her, not letting Isabela get any more closer to me since we'd be breathing down each other's throats if she did.

Isabela turns away with a huff and exits the shop with a slam on the door. "Real mature princesa!" I shout at her retreating figure despite it being likely she hadn't heard me.

I laugh as I win against her for the nth time. She may piss me off, but she's also the only fun I have aside from Mirabel.

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A/N:
Abuelita = your abuela.
Abuela = Abuela Alma Madrigal.

Hope y'all liked this. I literally spent an entire day trying to write this lmao.

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