You could probably hear my screams from miles away. I was at the only place where I wasn't invisible. The only place where I was seen. Never heard, unless you count my screams and pleas.
I'm invisabella. I'm invisible. I'm not like Susan Storm, I don't save the day, I'm not married to a brilliant scientist. I'm a sixteen year old girl, I have wavy brown hair that goes down to my mid back, I'm so pale that I look like casper the friendly ghost's daughter, but to compliment my utterly white skin are black and blue bruises, and deep red gashes.
I have Bambi eyes, and pale pink lips, I'm about 5'6 and weigh 120 pounds, but that just an estimate, it's been years since I've been to see a doctor. Well you can't take an abused kid to the doctor, people ask questions. I have to say one thing, even though my 'dad' is a ruthless bastard, he is pretty smart.
Anyway I'm here to tell you my story. The story of the invisible. How I became Invisabella . But also how I was finally seen. And what happens when your walls broken down beyond control. I'm going to tell you the story of a broken girl. The broken girl. The broken girl that was finally seen.
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Invisabella
أدب المراهقينThe beaten, the scared, the bullied, the invisible No one knows, no one cares. But after lifetimes of being invisible she meets four guys. These four guys are special, but are they special enough for bella to be seen again? Or for her to...
