Once Upon A Portal | Discontinued

Chapter 10: Why Can't I Be Pretty?

This chapter contains self harm, violence and swear words. To those who cut, this may be triggering. 

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Isabelle POV

I looked at the girl in the mirror. She dropped her fake smile and broke down. That girl was me. A fake, popular, rich, snobby bitch. I hurt people to make myself feel better. I am not beautiful. I looked at the flab that sat where my stomach was. Fat. I could never be beautiful, Damon could never love me. 

'Beauty comes from the inside,' my mother used to say. She was wrong. The only beauty people care about is the one on the outside, and I had none. I was ugly. 

"Get down here right now, Quinn!" my father used my real name. I was scared. 

"Y-Yes father!" I shouted back. I slowly rose from my bed and walked into the kitchen. 

"Sit down!" he pointed to a chair. I ran as quickly as I could. I sat on the chair, trying not to tear up. The sent of vodka leaked off him.

He slapped me, "You little bitch! You're ungrateful for everything we give you!" I fell off the chair as he continued to harm me. A punch, kick and beer bottle to the head later, I blacked out. 

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My eyes shot open, I was still laying on the kitchen floor. I was covered in blood. I picked myself up and walked into the bathroom, making sure I didn't wake my father up. 

I turned on the tap and let the cold water run. I stripped off my blood-stained clothes and stepped into the cold water. I could see the blade, looking at me. It's sharp edges yearned to slit my wrists. I grabbed it. 

"I am beautiful, no matter what they say. Words can't bring me down," I sang. I put the cold metal shard on my wrist, pressing it down as it slid across my skin. Small beads of blood formed, they dripped my arm, the pain fading away. I continued the possess until all I felt was bliss, pure bliss. 

"Freak. Bitch. Kill yourself," I recalled all the names I was called at my old school. They were the reason I am broken. My sadness bacame anger. 

"You did this to me! Your the reason I hate myself!" I whispered. I let all of the anger out in one more slit, a very deep one. Blood was pouring down my arm. 

I might aswell just die. No one cares anyway. Letting myself fall on the cold surface of the bathtub, I fadded away into death. Finally. 

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What do you guys think of this Isabelle? She's a very different person, huh? Well, let the story of OUAP continue.