A/N this chapter and the next chapter contain VERY strong depictions of self-harm, so you have been warned! (also i cried a lot writing these omg ENJOY!!)
Isabella
This is it. There's no going back now.
I'm not happy with the way I am. I'm not happy with the way I have to live my life. So this is how it ends.
I look at myself in the mirror in front of me. I'm gross; my red hair is ugly, my green eyes look dumb, and my smile is the worst. I don't know why Cameron thinks I'm pretty, both my parents clearly think otherwise.
I feel terrible I'm doing this in his bathroom, there's just no other way to get it over with any quicker.
Tears drop one by one into the half full sink and the sound bounces off the walls.
Shaking, I pick up the razor blade and stare at it.
What an embarrassing way to die.
I slide the blade vertically down my forearm, opening up my skin and letting my blood pour into the water.
The room spins and my head feels fuzzy.
I can hear someone speaking to me and their voice is somewhat angelic.
"Relax, Bella, it's all over. Come with me and you'll never have to worry again." They say as I take a final breath, "Bella...Bella..."
I fall to the floor. The soothing voice turns to screaming and crying.
"...Bella! Bella! Why did you do this?! Please...please wake up." It's Cameron's voice.
My vision is really blurry, but I see his parents running up and calling an ambulance. Cameron grabs my hand and holds it tightly in his.
"Let go, Cam." I tell him, but he doesn't, "You know it's for the best."
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11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story
Fanfiction'She wished for me to be happy, but never felt the emotion herself. I was all she had, Bonnie, and she was my everything. Now that she's gone I have no interest in relationships. I don't hate you, okay? I just don't know how to like you.' *** WARNIN...
