Isobel (Book Two)

Chapter 3

I haven't gone in public with my scar.

I'm too ashamed.

Everyone might laugh.

I can't look at Aiden.

What if he stops liking me?

I had grabbed some paints from this shop in the building.

It's time for me to paint again.

I stared at my empty room.

There was only a bed.

My room is as wide as about 20 feet.

I'm trapped here because of my scar.

Might as well decorate.

I grabbed my light pink and started the outline of my painting on the wall.

I decided to make the painting a portrait.

My portrait.

Before I began painting, I had gone to my house to pick up a few pictures.

I grabbed one of me and returned.

I painted my light skin.

My brown curly shoulder length hair.

My hazel eyes.

My cheeks. Which were kind of chubby.

And then I finished.

On the bottom, I signed "before"

And then I moved to the right side.

I then started painting my pale skin.

My black long hair.

My black eyes.

The cheekbones.

The bangs.

The pierced ears.

The red lips.

And finally, the scar.

I painted a red hefty line with stitches on the sides of it.

It went down my face like a diagonal line.

And on the bottom, I signed "now"

The reason I didn't say "after" is because I believe I can change.

I know that I can live again.

And this scar, will be gone.

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"Hannah! I know you're in there" Aiden said banging on the door.

I didn't answer.

I've been in here for 5 days.

I haven't once left the room.

It smells like paint and wood.

I haven't been haunting Isobel which is starting to worry me because I might run out of time.

"Hannah?!" Aiden said again.

I grabbed my beanie and sunglasses to try to cover my face.

I opened the door and saw Aiden leaning against it.

I quickly ran out of the room and out of the building.

"Hannah! Wait!" he said from behind me.

I then flashed back into earth.

Not to avoid Aiden.

I went into my "house" and saw Isobel there.

She was making something in the kitchen.

"Isobel!" I said.

She jumped in place and dropped the knife.

It missed her foot by an inch.

She turned around and saw me.

But she had that terrified look from before.

"Leave me alone!" she said.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" I said placing my hands in front of me.

She grabbed the knife that was behind her.

"I'm not afraid of you!" she said swinging the knife around.

"Isobel! Please, let me explain"

"No! No, just leave!"

"Isobel-"

She "stabbed" me with the knife.

She placed it in my stomach but it went right through.

I felt my eyes glow as anger flashed over me.

I was angry at the fact that she didn't even give me a chance to explain.

I grabbed the knife from her hand.

I saw the scared look on her face.

"Now, you either listen to me, or this knife is gonna slice your throat in half."

She immediately shook her head and sat down on the dining room chair.

Enoughs enough.

"Hi. I'm Hannah. And I'm here to kill your humanity." I said.

She still had the same look on her face.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm a ghost!" I said.

"I know that! I just can't believe your real?!"

"Yes, yes I am very real. And I'm not going to hurt you. I would NEVER hurt you"

"Promise?" she asked.

"Promise" I said.

"Okay, Hannah. Why am I not afraid of you? I feel like-like I can trust you"

"That's good. You shouldn't be afraid. I'm here to help you."

"But earlier...you said something about being my sister-"

"No. I was lying. We have the same name. But I'm NOT your sister" I said.

"Prove it"

"Hm?"

"Prove that you're not my sister. Then, I'll trust you" she said.

Great. How do I prove that I'm NOT her sister when I AM her sister?

"Okay"

I said slowly trying to stall.

I removed my beanie.

And then my sunglasses.

I let her see my scar.

She flinched and jumped back.

"See? I'm not Hannah."

Not anymore.