Hey readers!
I don't know if anyone is still reading but anyway....
Enjoy!
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Belle's POV
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The big red and blue door was slammed in my face as I was pushed out of the room and onto the floor in the hallway.
I caught one last glimpse on Dekota and in that moment she screamed, " the CD! " .
The CD.
Was that something to help me last here, as stupid as I thought is sounded, maybe it was a clue.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted as I listened to the sound of torture. Screams, cried pleading for help.
I never saw dekota again.
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I stumped back to horrid room, the world spinning around me. I feel to the ground and starting screeching. I was having a panic attack.
I gasped and grabbed hold of the stair way rail and started to feel stressed and hot.
I remember thinking, I'm about to faint as I fell backward.
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"Sweetheart, don't be shy. Eat some food."
Ever since I fainted Denise had been so kind to me.
I may sound quite mean, but you kindness didn't seem genuine. I felt she was going to get to know me then kill me in an instant.
That is why I didn't eat the food. It could've been poisoned.
A doctor came in visit me and explained that I had anxiety and would experience panic attacks from time to time.
He said it was because whenever there was a noise that reminder of the plane crash, I would remember the bad experience of loosing my parents, which would make me stressed.
Kind of like post traumatic stress disorder.
Great! Now I had been diagnosed with depression, self harm, post traumatic stress disorder, panic attacks and anxiety.
But I had to stay strong.
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Relaxing after my panic attack in bed gave me a lot of time to think about the CD that dekota shouted about.
I felt as though I had to see whatever video or message was on the CD. It had to be important.
Detective time.
I had to find that tape and play it without Denise or Brain noticing.
I searched under the stairs in the secret safe, it was just money, I looked in the cab it's in the kitchen, just food, I checked in the other kids bedrooms. Nothing.
There was only one place left to look.
Denise and Brain's bedroom!
They had made it extremely clear that that was off limits. There would be serious actions taken if I was found to be in there.
This was something I had to do.
I opened the door the tiniest bit and the slid right open. It was automatic. I felt as though it was telling me.... Come in.....come inn!
The room was amazing! A floating water bed was the main attention of the bedroom, but there were also two built in desks and and sleek bedside tables.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Just a really modern bedroom.
I shuffled through the bedside table draws but only found loads of paperwork.
As I was checking the desk shelves Brain and Denise walked in.
"What are you doing in our room!" Brain boomed.
I didn't answer.
My eyes were glued on Denise's necklace.
The pendant was a mini CD.
YOU ARE READING
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