Her Broken Crown

Chapter One- The Hurdle

                (Excuse repetition, naïve words/sentences, not interesting plot *that'll get better as you read on I can promise you that*& mistakes.)

Also. I wrote this book when I was going through withdrawals from some things. It is sad, but it does have its happy moments. I honestly didn't want to write this because I thought it'd be pathetic. But, writing is an escape for me, so I'm going to write it anyway.

It will indeed get better as you go on, but if you don't fancy eating disorders or suicidal thoughts (in the writing) please do you and I a favor and exit right now. I don't need judgement from anyone. This book is based on real life events. As I said before, I was going through some things. Sorry if it's crappy or doesn't fit up to Wattpad's standards.

Aside from all that, I present the story. Enjoy.

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Her crown was once mended together by her own tears and need to be perfect. But little by little, the pieces started to fall apart, breaking and shattering until it was only two halves. One half was a façade that she shows to everyone, in hopes that they can't see through it. The other half was the one for her own pleasure, and it stayed hidden from the rest of the world.

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             "Isabella, do you know why you are here today?" Her question seemed to linger and vanish into the never ending white tiles dancing around on the floor. "Isabella?" Why was I here? I couldn't give her an answer, so I stared mindlessly off into space. "Isabella?" My eyes were fixed on the picture behind her. "Isabella!"

"Yes?" I answered calmly.

She stared coolly at me, and tapped her pen against her clipboard. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No."

The word felt dry and raw slipping off my tongue. In a sense, I did know why I was here, with four walls trapping me with no way out.

She let out a heavy sigh, letting her papers flop down on her desk. "Our time is done for today."

I groggily made my way to my feet, vision blurring with every movement. "I'll see you next Wednesday, yes?"

"Yeah.... sure."

"Isabella, don't treat me like I'm an enemy. I'm here to help."

I slipped my bag onto my shoulder and shouldered past her without a word. I didn't need help. I needed some more appetite suppressors. I darted into a nearby bathroom and stared into its mirror, pinching the fat on my stomach between my fingers.

"You're a beautiful princess." My father once told me.

But princesses don't do the things the things I do. And they most definitely don't visit a shrink.

Knitting my fingers together, my eyes are glued to the bathroom floor. "Bella? You in here?"

"Who else would be here, Mother?" My tired voice echoes as I see her sad expression out of the corner of my eye.

"Isabella-" Her arms came around my waist and I stiffened.

"We should go." I wiped my eyes and exited the bathroom, leaving her in there alone.

:3---- (yes I am aware that it looks like a penis. Pay it no mind. Or do I don't care. xD)

"Bella! You're home! Oh, how I missed you so!" Jacob engulfed me in a hug, and I pulled away quickly, tears evident on my face. It's sad that even your bestfriend of ten years, feels sorry for you.