chapter 1: fear is my love.

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I am not what you call the girl next door. yes, like everybody I have my own fear and secrets. but, YOU have to figure it out for your-self. 

"YOU." I turned and came face to face with a younger me. "what do you want Lena?" I asked my annoying little sister. 

" Mom said you have to take me to the park." Lena said.

"will tell mom to take you HERSELF!"  I yelled annoyed. argggggg. for heaven sake. this women need to know that just because she is my mom doen't mean I have to do every damn thing she tells me to do. 

"But, she is a sleep. And she said "YOU" have to take me!" Lena spit back. I looked at Lena. " well, it looks like your not going anywhere, because I ain't taking you anywhere." I said walking away. OH, MY live. does anyone what to switch with me? I would just love you. 

------------------------------------------------------------Next day-------------------------------------------------------

Thisbe Dream-

Screaming, crying, bleeding everywhere no one knows what to do. "help, someone please help.........anybody?" I cry-ed. looking around to see if there is one person alive, beside me. then I heard a little crying noise. I ran toward the noise to spot my Lena covered in blood. "No" I screamed. putting my little sister head in my lap. tear falling down my face.

"Thisbe, I love you...you were the, um, best big sister a girl could ask for." Lena said, coughing up blood.

"No, No, No.........................I am not...........................I wasn't, I was a bitch that only cared about her self. there is not a time where I acted like a big sister, Not one time.....................I was always mean to you." I said sabbing.

"But you showed me how to be brave Izzy, how to take on the world." Lena shot back.

"Purrosalena, please don't leave me." I said very lowly. she can't do this she was the only thing I had close to family. Sure I have my mom, but she is a total bitch, and I HATE her. she is a slut, and maybe if she didn't leave everynow and then to rise my self, I wouldn't this cold bitch. 

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