"What the Hell is this!" Liz yelled pointing to the tv. I looked at it to see the new cast.
"And this video of a mystery girl playing the guitar for patients at the hospital on 18th st has gone viral and record dealers or looking for her. Will we see her in the future?" The guy on the tv said. Then it went to a video of me playing the guitar at the hospital and walking over to Isabella.
"I... uh..." I couldn't think of a way out of this.
"Come with me!" Liz yelled. I obeyed and she lead me to my room. She grabbed my black belt. I knew what was about to happen.
"Your to much like your father!" She yelled then hit me with the belt.
"AHH..." I yelled in pain
"You shouldn't have lived!" She yelled, the belt hit me again. I was trying to hold back my screams. I felt a tear roll down my face.
"I hope you die" she said. The belt hit me one more time and she walked out. I felt my vision going blurry.
"Not again" I said trying to get to my feet. I just fell back onto the ground.
I tried to pull myself to the bathroom with out standing up. I pulled harder and harder on the floor boards so I could get to the door. I finally was close enough that I could open the door. I managed to get in the bathroom and sit on the counter. I pulled out my first aid kit. And bandaged my scars. They were huge and deep, they probably would not heal for a couple of weeks.
"Shit" I said a little annoyed. Then I felt my tear dried face. I looked over to my shelf. It had pictures one of me and grandma, one of me and my aunt, and me and my friend. Out of those three only my grandma was still alive. My aunt was killed because she wanted to have peace in the world, my friend killed herself because of her disorders and people bullying her. I missed both of them so much. I started to cry harder and harder.
"I just want to be loved" I mumbled into my knees as I pulled them into my chest. I sat there for hours and hours.
"Bing"
My phone went of. I looked at it to see it was Tom.Emilie have you
Seen it you've gone
Viral!!!
Yeah I saw it
Isn't it great!
I guess
What's wrong?☹️
I don't want to
Talk about it
Ok... good night 💤
Night 💤I put my phone down. Let's just say I didn't get much sleep that night...
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Love
RomanceTom Felton is falling for young Emilie as she is the only one who doesn't care about the fact he is famous... (Same story different cover)