Hold On (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13

Isabella's pov

(September 20 2015)

Sometimes, life really isn't worth living. Everything is falling apart. The first day of school, Ryan and Rider got in a car accident. They died on impact. I haven't talked to anyone since that day. I just plainly don't know what to do anymore. My life is falling apart. It started on the day I got here. Mum dropped me off, mum died, Ryan and Rider got in a car accident. Now what?

I sat on my bedroom floor, razor held against my hand. "What is there to live for?" I asked myself, sliding the blade across my skin. It slid, peacefully, not knowing the pain it caused me. But it didn't care and wouldn't care even if it could. And I didn't give a damn either. The boys wouldn't care. They're to busy drowning in their own pain. My family has been torn apart.

I got up, walking in the bathroom and locking the door. Drying my tears I sighed. I locked both doors, making sure that none of the boys would walk in and see me. I washed off the four cuts I made on my arms before walking back in my bedroom, unlocking the bathroom door. I bandaged my arms up and grabbed my phone.

"Hello?" Auntie Stacey asked. "Hey Auntie. Can you pick me up at the boys house? I need to get out of here." I asked her. "Of course sweat heart. I'll be there in ten. By the way I heard about the boys. Are you okay?" She asked as I heard keys in the background. There was a door slam and an engine start as I took a deep breath and began speaking. "I'll live." I said, hanging up.

I walked over to my closet. I locked my door, grabbing my suitcase from under my bed. I started throwing clothes in it, not bothering to actually fold anything. It was all messed up but after twenty minutes I had everything inside, with the help of Stacey. I finished with two suitcases and a few other bags, one for shoes, bathroom stuff and another with other things.

We walked downstairs and auntie brought my things inside while I walked around the house for one more time before@ God knows how long. I walked in the kitchen, seeing Elle. "Hey Elle. I'm leaving with my aunt." I smiled slightly. It was fake and I knew she could try so I just stopped. "I understand honey. You're the only one that really leaves your room. Your brothers are always locked up." She said. "Wait sweat heart. Here." She started, handing me some cookies. "Bring these with you." She smiled. I gave her a hug as someone put them in a container. "Thanks." I whispered.

I started walking towards the door, until someone stopped me, grabbing my arm. "Where are you going?" Austin asked. "I'm leaving. You guys are in no condition to take care of me. Grandma and grandpa have Mason but I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore Austin. I can't." I whispered the last part, taking a shaky breath. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, running out of the house. "I'm sorry." I breathed out, getting into auntie's car.

I watched, tears rolling down my cheeks, as my brothers' house got further away by the second. I didn't know what to do, when my brothers left, the first time, I had my mother, not to mention I was pretty young. This time was different. My brothers didn't care anymore. My mom was dead and the only one that dared to get close to me anymore was aunt Stacey.
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(October 1st 2015)

I was fully moved in with Stacey now. I can't say it's better then being with my brothers but it's not like they care. Since I've left, they haven't once dared to contact me. I've talked to Elle here and there and apparently the boys are still all staying in their rooms. It didn't surprise me but I don't get why they're in so much pain.

I have tons of friends, since I've changed schools to be closer to Stacey. I've heard about Rider and Ryan's funeral and I don't care, I'm not missing it. I don't care who shows up. If the boys do, or don't, I don't give a shit. They can deal with it another way.

"Stacey!" I yelled, running down in the basement, where Stacey sat, watching tv in her room. The house was way smeller then my brothers' but it was perfect, it was two flours plus the basement, witch had Stacey's bedroom and a game room. My room was on the second room, along with the bathroom. The kitchen, living room and dinning room was on the main floor and there was a bathroom in the basement.

"Yes sweat heart?" Stacey asked as I laid down in her bed with her. She lifted up the covers and I got under. "So I was asked by grandma, to make a speech for the funeral. The thing is, I don't know what to do." I said, looking up at her. Stacey was one of those cool aunts, who you could stay up till four o'clock, talking to about whatever. She had three kids but at the moment, they were gone, along with uncle Jamie, on a trip. I'm not sure where though, but Stacey said she was going to stay here with me, the fact that she has to work doesn't quite help.

"Just talk about memories and stuff you guys did. Talk about how the were alway there for you." She told me. I nodded. "Ya. I know what I'm going to do now." I said, shooting up from the bed. She chuckled. "Alright, I'll see you when you're done." She laughed as I raced out of the bedroom. I ran upstairs and to my bedroom on the second floor. I was out of breath, but grabbed my note pad and began writing, I knew exactly what I wanted to say, it was just getting the words out and putting them on paper I didn't know how.

I have always had problems with that. But I've never told anyone, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. I mean it's just a normal problem. Everybody has that problem at one point and other people always have the problem, no matter where in the world they are. It's normal right? Having the problem of putting words down on paper? I've always been told it was normal by my mom. So yes... It's totally normal.

A/N: yes I realize it is short and all but the story is almost done! It's short compared to my other one's but I already know what's going to happen. It ends at chapter 15 so there's only the next one, the funeral then the last one, which I'm not telling you what it is. Anyways... I still need friends!

Outfit is for the second part.