Isabella is a normal 13 year old girl who lives in a orphanage with a cruel care taker.
Her life has been miserable since she was born. She believed her whole life that her family abandoned her. So she resented them.
Until one day, the orphanage wa...
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Isabella(pov)
My eyes are droopy, this spoon might slip from my hand.
I was having the best sleep ever. I hear voices getting mumbled as sleep gets to me and I am not even hungry.
My eyes roll back and I feel my head falling down on the table until a hand prevented me from hitting it.
"Careful there sleepy head." I heard someone say and a chuckle followed after.
"Do you want to sleep." I nodded my head in answer. I don't even recognise the voice. I can't even open my eyes.
"Do you want to sleep?"
My eyes open on their own. I find Xander looking at me.
"I am okay." I say to him.
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I am laying on the bed staring at the ceiling.
"Hey there my little sweety, wanna please daddy?"
I hear whispers coming from the corners of the room.
"You don't wanna make daddy mad, don't you?"
I take the blanket and wrap them all over my body and I take the sides of the pillow to cover my ears hoping they would stop the whispers. I curl myself in a fetal position.
"Yes, listen to daddy."
"No. No." I mumble.
I feel someone coming towards me but I know there's no one. It's my imagination, hallucination. It's not real. It's a delusion.
I fling the blanket off and ran outside and close the white wooden door and lean on it. Body shaking from uncontrollable fear.
I regain my posture and walk around the mansion.
My hand raises and I start biting my nails a habit I have been developing when I am tensed.
I don't sleep in afternoons cause I would be wide awake at night. As I am walking down the stairs to the kitchen I hear growling from behind.
I turn around to look but freeze after looking. There stands a Doberman in its fighting stance and showing its incisors. My body freezes and suddenly my mind stops working.
If I run the doberman might jump on me and it causes me to fall down and hit my head.
It's okay. Dogs are friendly. Yes, they are.
I should sit down. Yes, I should.
I move my body just an inch when the dog barked and ran towards me.
My mouth screamed on its own and my body moved in instinct.
I ran while screaming and I can hear the dogs paws patting the marble.
