5 Steps ✔ billie eilish

✘The Beginning✘

Isla's pov.
(pronounced eye-lah)

In front of my eyes, I see something that always finds a way to break my soul.

Pale

Shedded

Sunken

And stripped of life.

That's how I would describe my mother laying on the couch recliner before me. I say recliner because she can't even lay in her own bed anymore.

But she's also still positive and as radiant as she can be at this state with her having breast cancer and all. She just came home from the hospital not too long ago and I can tell she's happy to be in her own home again.

She says the buzzing fluorescents and linoleum wash her out too much and the nurses treat her like she's a piece of glass on the edge of shattering. I try my best to treat her differently even though in my heart I'm scared she'll shatter eventually.

Scared would be an understatement actually because I'm bone shaking terrified.

My mom is all I really have to be honest. I have a friend who goes to my college but will she be able to fill the shoes once my mom falls six feet under and I have no way of catching her? No, she won't because at that point the soles of the shoes will have withered away with her just leaving an empty hole.

It's always been my Mom and me.

I will do anything I can for her and that's why while I'm taking college classes, I'm also working two jobs trying to pay for medication and medical bills. Hopefully, she'll hold out a few years longer so I can find a decent job when I graduate and become a psychologist or therapist since I'm majoring in Psychology.

"Come here my sweet Isla," my Mom softly says signaling me to come closer. I sit on the ottoman next to her while she grabs my hand with her fragile ones.

"I remember when we went to the beach when you were just a little girl. You loved the ocean so much, especially at sundown. But you were scared of the things unknown in the big ocean. I told you the ocean is big and beautiful but not everything can be perfect. It can also be scary but to not let that stop you from swimming.

If I go and meet my maker and the unknown things get to me I need you to promise me you will keep swimming. I will always be with you Isla always watching over you. Don't let me stop you from swimming Isla live your life knowing I'm in a better place," I just look at her with glossy eyes not wanting to imagine my world without her.

"You're going to be okay. We can swim together," I whisper as a tear glides down my cheek.

"Promise me Isla," she softly says again.

"I promise Mama," and with that, her eyes close and she slowly goes to sleep with only her shallow breathing to bring me small comfort.

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I currently feel like the sun got pressed and popped off cracking the freaking ozone layer allowing me to scorch. I also feel like the product of when my friend tries to cook chicken aka burnt. Yet I ignore it and keep walking through the Quad of the University I'm attending with my bookbag in my right hand and my computer bag slung over my shoulder. I finally make it through the double doors of the Psychology building and feel a gush a cool air caress my scorching skin. I walk a little more till I make it to my classroom and sit in my seat waiting for the lecture.

I could describe it to you but I'll save you the boredom.

After the lecture, I finish packing up my things and walk out the door only to be met with a body colliding into mine.

"I'm so sorry," they apologize. I look up to see a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes looking at me.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine," I reassure them before I start to walk away.

"Hey wait, aren't you Isla?" he asks me.

"Why do you ask?" I look at him suspiciously seeing as I've never seen him before.

"I'm good friends with Venus and she's told me about you. Actually, you might be able to help me,"

"Help you how?" I reply crossing my arms in front of me.

"I need a favor. There's someone that hurt me really badly and even though it may sound petty I want to get them back. They happen to have a high status and probably think since they're so high up they can stomp on anyone below them. I just want to put them in their place," he explains.

"Um, that sounds like a you problem..." I reply getting ready to walk away again not wanting to partake in his vendetta.

"Wait! I'll pay you one thousand dollars if you help me," he says when I turn my back to him. I slowly turn around as I'm shocked at his offer.

"Where is a college student gonna get one thousand dollars to spare?"

"I just happen to have a lot of money. I come from a family that's well off. If you help me I'll pay you that easily," I think about his offer and wonder if it's worth it to partake in his revenge just for money. But then I think of my dying mother and how many bills I need to somehow pay and decide this is a good opportunity for me. All I care about is helping my mom.

"Fine, what do you need me to do?" I reply accepting his offer. He gives me a smile before speaking.

"I need you to make her fall in love with you and then stomp on her heart," he replies with malice in his voice.

"Damn. What the hell did she do to you?"

"She claimed she loved me while lying to my face. I gave her my everything even when times were rough with her traveling and she threw it all away for some stupid hookup," he explains sadly. I might feel bad doing this but knowing what she did to this guy and with her having a "high status" makes me feel less bad. One thing I can't stand is people cheating and people up there doing whatever they please at the expense of others.

You can probably blame the person that took part in creating me for that.

"Just so you know I'm not lying I'll Venmo you five hundred today and you'll get the rest when the job is complete," he explains and I give him my information and my number so he can contact me.

"Who does this person happen to be?" I ask him curiously.

"Her name is Billie Eilish O'Connell,"

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I'm sitting in my bedroom on my laptop and instead of homework what occurred today is occupying my mind. I then receive a notification and indeed the guy whose name I learned to be Spencer sent me five hundred dollars. I decide If I'm really going to do this I need a plan.

I look her up first on google and find out she's a singer. She also happens to be very attractive probably making it easier to stomp on people's hearts.

I click on a new tab and open a new google doc that I decide to write my plan on.

If I do this right all it'll take me is

5 Steps. 

A/N

Thanks for reading even though this was boring.

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-erika 💞