Hey guys! This is my new story, The Real Me. Just a warning, it's going to be dark and angsty. The romance won't be the focus, definitely not. The focus of the whole story will be Isabella's story, past and present. Just bear with me, because she will get her happily ever after, okay? 3 x
Title: The Real Me
By: GirlieGirl101
Summary: She was 15. Her 'parents' thought she was an innocent little girl, Daddy's little angel. Her friends thought she was the happy, funny one who they could always go to for a laugh.
That girl was a lie.
The real girl was broken. The real girl was a self-harmer. The real girl was into drugs, alcohol and the party scene.
The real girl was in pain.
~PROLOGUE~
I dragged the razor across my skin. I felt the warm, stinging rush of heat that the sharp blades left. I watched the blood rush to the surface.
There wasn't much.
I hadn't cut deep enough.
I cut again. And again.
I cut until the tears stopped. And then I waited for the bleeding to end. I sat there, on my bed in the darkness, for half an hour. Then I got changed into my usual clothes, grabbed my iPod and phone and snuck out my window.
I got to Mark's house at 12:45 am, and the party was in full swing.
I let myself go. I let Mark put his hands on me. I let him shove his tongue down my throat. I let him get me drinks that tasted off, like the drugs he had no doubt slipped into them.
And just like any other night, I drank, partied and smoked until the early morning. Then I went home, showered, used the illegal eye drops and tablets to make myself look sober and I went to school.
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Tah, lovelies. x
