"My silence is just another word for my pain." — Unknown
[12]
IT IS COLD. I can't feel any pain, yet, I feel happy and peaceful. I crack my eyes open the slightest. Everything is green. I open my eyes even wider and sit up.
Two figures stand with their backs facing me. I squint my eyes and focus on them. Slowly, I sit up and glance around, my vision mainly on the two backs.
"Excuse me!" I call out to them. They don't even flinch at the sound of my voice. I stand up with ease and brush my hands off against each other.
"Excuse me!" I shout louder this time. No response. I sigh and start walking towards them. I'm hesitant at first but then I touch one of their shoulders.
Then, they turn around, revealing the two people I thought I would never see again.
"Mama, Papa?" I croak out through my blurry eyes. I throw my arms around both their necks and sob loudly.
Have I finally died?
"Not today," suddenly my mother speaks. My head snaps towards hers in confusion.
"What?"
"Not today," she repeats.
"Wh - what are you talking about?" I manage to sputter out.
"Not today."
They are the same words, yet I am still as confused as ever. "Not today!" She screams with tears streaming down her face.
A warm hand touches my shoulder and my head snaps to my father's.
"It's not your time, Boo."
Boo. The nickname my dad used to always call me. It is only now that I start to cry. I now understand what they're saying.
They're sending me back to hell.
"No!" I scream. "Don't do this, please!" A flow of warm, salty tears stream down my face.
Everything suddenly becomes blurry and white.
"No!" I scream. My mum sobs harder and my dad smiles softly. I shake my head, but then they're gone and all I see is black and the horrible aches of pain that swarm through my body, making themselves known.
Was that all just a dream?
I cry in pain. The excruciating pain in my head worsens at the action. It feels like David keeps kicking it. He's not though and I am grateful for that.
I feel like I'm going to black out again, but then I hear laughs and shouts from a group of teenagers.
I try moving but that only creates more pain. I lay there and just wait until they either leave or do something I don't want them to.
As they get closer, the darkness gets thicker
"Guys..." One of them warns loudly.
"Is that - oh my god..." A female voice says softly.
A warm hand touches my cheek. Tingles. I've felt them before. I hum in response and snuggle closer to the warmth of the person.
"Isabelle..." The body says before everything vanishes.
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Beeps are the only noise that fills my ears. I try cracking my eyes open but it is too bright.
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Teen FictionShe lay on her bed, blood seeping through her skin, a fractured rib. She knew there would be no doctor, no way for anyone to find out. She knew she would not be saved. From the outside, Isabelle Thompson had the perfect family. A protective brother...
