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battle scars

Isabella's pov

I stared blankly at myself in my body mirror. My leggings fit ok and my shirt did as well. I put on my uggs and pull on a dark blue hoodie, with my name on the back with my number. I toss my backpack over my two shoulders and walked out my door saying goodbye to Caitlyn. I decided on taking the long way to school. I swerved through each block and finally ended up at Danielle's. even though she is the block next to mine. I stood in front of her house and felt guilty. I felt like I was the bad guy all the sudden, something wasn't right. I took the whistle- that was connected to my north face backpack and blew into it. it made a high pitch sound. No response. I dropped the strap with the whistle and looked back one last time walking straight. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. 8:04am. I wasn't even half way at school yet. I have like a whole other 4 blocks.

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I made it to school finally!! I walk into class and all eyes on me " why are you 15 minutes late? miss trusio?" I looked at her and made eye contact
"I'm having a bad day. I just had a bad morning" and I took my seat. Morgan looks at me but I brushed her off my shoulder.

The day went by so slow. I can't even imagine to tell you how boring it was. I swing me and nialls hand back and forth. I like the feeling of his hand in mine. "I'll see you tomorrow?" niall says waking straight. his mum is taking or in other words, dragging him to downtown London.
"yeah but I'll walk down with you this way" I say trailing behind him, still our hands locked.

Danielle's pov

I looked out the window and saw Isabella and niall laughing, walking down the block. I missed her laugh, her smile, and mostly her. I feel like I can't breathe. Everything hurts when I hear her name, see her, hear her talk on her snapchat story, her Instagram post and whatever I follow her on. It just sucks to see her happy, and I haven't moved on. I just didn't expect this to happen so soon. Why couldnt she love me. Without her I have nothing to live for. Tears burned the corners of my eyes. I walked into the bathroom staring at me skinny, starved body and slid to the floor , sobbing. I picked up the shining blade I had kept in the drawer and held it in my hand. I stared at it for a while.

*Note this part isn't major at all, but if you don't like reading about self harm or blood go to next chapter. *

The tears tumbling out.Suddenly I felt something pull on my hand, I looked over to see blood dripping from my wrist. I yelped, the blade clashed as it fell into the empty sink. I smashed my head in my heads staring at the deep wound. I pulled my eyes out from my hiding in my hands, staring at the glistening crimson blood. The tears fell harder now I was screaming for help. No one came. "JOHN" I screamed sobbing into my hands.

There was Harry, doing his daily knock on my door. He knocked once, I cried at the foot at the door. Harry had a pained look in his eye when he heard my cries. Then sat at the foot of the door on the patio, I sat on the other side tears spilling. The blood finally stopped. I put a bandaid over it and cleaned it, screaming in pain as I poured the rubbing alcohol into it.