^José^
Isabel POV
"He left me.." I sobbed hysterically, nothing felt real. My body felt numb like I didn't have a sense of touch, was I real? Was any of this real?
"Or.. Am I in h-h-hell?" My plump lips trembled in fear. Ma always made me to fear the devil. His whispers can drive a church women mad.
Did the devil leave me to die? Or.. was it actually José? My tears started to pour once more, my eyes began to turn into a puffy pink. The tears blinding my ability to see, everything was so blurry.
I'm even driving myself insane. Blinking relatively quick as my eyes began to focus, but just barely to capture the glimpse of my name plate. The simple silver lining to the glossy texture, heavily sitting around my neck. Dad gave it to me.. Dad. I-I-I can't lose him again.
"Shhh." A deep rugged tone called out in the black mist.
"Hello?!" Desperation filled my face, as my eyes runs while searching for a sign that I was alive.
"Bell.." the voice was soft and rough.
"D-d-dad?"
"Bell! I need you to hide!" His voice echos.
"W-wait.. W-w-what.. I'm here dad!" I shouted, my body jolts in hope running after the echo. Going deeper into the dark abyss, almost seeing light.
"Bell!" The voices echos again.
"Dad!" My body shrinks in size each step I take, almost toddler like but my face was childlike.
Flashbacks*
"There you are!" My father rushes to me, pulling me into a bear hug. I could feel his wet tears soaking through my shirt.
"Papa, what's happening?!"
"Princess, papa has to go for awhile. Behavior yourself okay." The pain filled his eyes along with mine.
"No, no, no papa you can't leave me!" I pleaded. " Papa I need you!"
"Listen to me! You need no one, NO ONE! You hear me?" His voice was filled with anger. "Everyone will leave you one day no matter what."
"B-but-" He cuts me off.
"I have to-" My papa was cut off with a *BOOM* as the wooden pine door spilts from its hinges.
"HANDS IN THE FUCKING AIR SILVIA!" The men in blue uniform shouted. Their faces grim, and sinister like.
"W-wait DAD!" I cried out.
Two white men grabbed him by the shirt tossing him onto the ground. Beating him with their fists, blood poured from my fathers mouth with each gasp.
"PLEASE STOP!" I tried to run to my father, but another officer grabbed me picking me up.
"NOOOO! SIR, MY PAPA IS A GOOD GUY!" I balled out, my legs squirming and kicking to be released.
"Get the fucking kid under control!" One of the officers in blue uniform called out, allowing my dad to curl into a ball. Protecting his face from any more hits.
"Fucking piece of shit." The officer with a pitiful smirk said. "Get the fuck up."
"We don't got all fucking day." The pinkish officer grabbed my papa arms putting hand cuffs around his wrists.
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Only Memories Left
FantasyIsabel is a getting a second chance at life when getting accepted to NYU, nobody ever leaves the ghetto. Her fears of never leaving become true when her brother leaves her for dead in a car accident. His lifestyle put Isabel at risk when she ends up...
