"Atleast dying will be something interesting for my life." She shot him a cold look. "But I guess you won't agree with me." "If you are trying to get on my nerves on porpose." he muttered. "You are doing a pretty good job at it." "Oh no Kellin no I am not trying to do anything." she sweetly answered. "I am stating a small fact to you that's all." He set down the glass he was drying on the counter a bit harshly, "Do you ever agree with anyone?" He asked his voice was hard towards her. "Do you even care what other people say or think or are you always thinking of only yourself and how hard your life is?" "Yes pretty much." she murmured. "Why should I listen to other people's opinions when they are all so negative." "Maybe because they care about you." He calmly suggested. "Just because your parents didn't care for you doesn't mean other people will do the same."
Isabella P.O.V.
Trying to prove me wrong is not going to help anything, because what I think is what I do. I never thought people would treat me better no one can treat me right not since how my parents treated me. My whole family were devils in my eyes, Kellin doesn't understand because he has not seen the world through my eyes yet. Being so calm when someone comes to you crying is unbelieveable, and trying to prove me wrong is pretty much impossible for him. "Have you ever wondered how hard it is to see the world differently from other humans?" I then asked him. "Ever wonder how a simple little thing that happened in my childhood would have mentally scarred me and my mind on how people treat me...on how they all are fucking cold heartless liars?"
