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Prologue

Two years, it's been two years since she died. God, that thought never gets easier to think. My videos since that day have lacked greatly, I know it. I just don't have the energy to do them well. I know I've been doing awfully, but my fans have given me nothing but support. I made a vlog about what happened after a few days of silence, no videos, no nothing. I took a two week break, trying to recover but only making myself worse; I didn't eat, I hardly slept. When I started making videos again, my face was pale, thinner, and it didn't go without notice. I received many messages, emails, comments, begging me to treat myself better.

I love my fans but they don't understand. The world around me is filled with her scent, her face, her memory. Even after two years, it haunts me. Her cracked voice when she said goodbye, her broken body, the blood on her lips. Her body painted so nice in the coffin.

I still haven't touched her side of the bed; Her side of the closet is still as cluttered as it was when she left. I find myself most days, after finishing videos, just laying in bed. I don't go out anymore, I haven't answered the phone in a long time. I've been ignoring most everything.

I've been paying the phone bill on her phone, just so when I call, I can hear her voicemail. I've become obsessed.

"Hey there! It's Isabell, seems you just missed me, or I'm ignoring this call. If you're important, I'll call back. Leave a message for me to ignore! Bye!"

I can recite it specifically from memory.

I know I needed to get out, meet someone, at least call my mom back, but everything hurt when I moved. My heart felt too heavy, it weighed my feet down.

I've grown tired of staring at these walls, living with this pain.

The day I finally got the energy to leave the house, was the day everything got switched around.