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(a/n): hey pooks, I've been so tired and busy. I also don't feel like fixing my grammar mistakes. Hope y'all enjoy!

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ISABELLA POV
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I woke up the next day in someone else's bed.

It was Tyler's

I blacked out after I sobbed my eyes out infront of him.

That was so embarrassing, what's wrong with me?

He didn't even care, he just let me cry like a goddam idiot.

Tyler went to sleep on the couch so I decided to get up early and leave.

Not only was I not trying to get in trouble with my parents even more, I wanted to get away from him.

I slipped on my uggs and grabbed my bag of snacks quietly.

I checked my phone and it was four in the morning.

I walked down the carpet steps lightly and walked past the living room.

I caught a peek of Tyler's silhouette on the couch.

The blanket pulled up to his waist line as his dreads fall over his face.

He looked peaceful and less scary.

I continued walking and stepped towards the door.

I unlocked the door and open it up just a bit for me to sneak out.

I made it out the door without making a noise.

I closed it and began walking home.

Once again, my thoughts took over. I start to remember things that I completely forgot.

I haven't been to work in weeks, I'm pretty much fired because of my time.

I am really failing behind on everything, this happened so quickly.

My sister hates me, Kylie is still upset with me. My parents are.....I don't even know.

I'm pathetic and I don't know what to do anymore.

You should just go ghost and die!

Shut up!

Nobody loves you, your useless and you have nothing to live for.

Leave me alone!

Its true!

I shake my head vigorously as hot tears ran down my face.

In this moment, I never hated myself and my life more than ever. What did I do to deserve this? What can I do to change my mistake?

I'm sorry God, I'm so sorry for what I did. I just want it to stop.

I want it all to stop, I wanna go back to normal.

I understand now, I know where I stand. I know my attitude sucks. I'll be better.

I'll get better, just make it stop.