Words of Unknown

Chapter 10

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THE NEXT DAY!

Isabella's PoV

I stared out the window. I've sat here in my computer chair for the past few days, not wanting to move or even eat. My eyes burn more no sleep. I have nightmares when I do.

Lyma laid on my bed. She was meditating on something. She wouldn't tell me.

I heard a knock on my door."Isa? Honey, are you going to ever come down?"

And I stayed silent until I heard my mom sigh then return downstairs. I heard her voice still.

"I'm sorry Phineas. Isabella must not be feeling well."

"It's alright -Shapiro. Is it ok if I try to get her to come down?"

"Of course dear."

I heard steps on the stairs then another knock."Izzy please let me in."

Lyma sat up,nodded at me,then pointed at the door. Then she disappeared.

I unlocked it then laid of my bed, wrapping my purple fleece blanket around my, now even smaller, figure.

The door opened. "Izzy?"

"Yes?"I whispered, my voice tight and hoarse from lack of use.

I felt weight on the edge of bed. He must of sat down."Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Then why are you hiding?"

"I-I can't tell you."I fought back tears.

He placed a hand on my arm,trying to turn me over."Is this because of what happened? Because you're moving?"

I nodded not wanting to tell him the truth. I made my decision. I'm going to Bansha alone with none of my friends. I made that clear to Lyma. i'll have guardians assigned to when I get there. Good thing is though, when I turn 16, I'll be allowed to come back. I have to be trained apparently. And that's going to take 4 years. Sad thing is though, I'll disappear from home and it'll be like I went missing. I'm leaving tomorrow.

"Come on Izzy! I promise you that we'll stay in touch. I'm sure you'll be allowed to visit."He said, trying to be encouraging but all the pain and guilt just weighed me down further.

I finally turned over and he looked terribly depressed.

-Phineas's PoV-

She had such dark shadows under her eyes. And all her cheerfulness and brightness was gone from every inch of her face, replaced with worry, sadness,and...Guilt?

She seemed to of lost weight from the passed few days. Because she seemed so much smaller and more delicate and breakable.

Her dark hair,with no pink bow to hold back her bang, fell in her face. She looked much older than 12,much older.

"Izzy? Please tell me what's really going on."

"No. I can't."

"Why not?"

"No. You aren't getting involved. That's that so I'm not telling you."

I stared at her in confusion. Not getting involved? In what?

"What are you talking about?"I asked.

"Nevermind...Just forget it,please?"

"No."

"Phineas... Please..."

I crossed my arms."What's going on?"

"I'll tell you in four years. Ok?"

"Four years? What's happening in four years?"

"Not special right now. But in four years, you'll understand."

"Wha-"

She grabbed my hand and I lost my voice. Her hand felt warm even though she looked so sad and cold.

"You're my best friend and I really care about you. And I know this is important but I can't tell you everything right now. We're too young. You are at least. I'm not ready for this and neither are you,Phineas. One day in four years, I'll tell you. I just hope you'll understand then. But I don't want you to understand right now."

I blinked."Izzy? Promise you'll tell me?"

She faintly smiled."I promise."

I held on my free hand, lifting up my pinkie. She giggled and held out her free pinkie. We hooked our fingers in a childish promise. I gripped my pinkie righter and pulled her up. She seemed startled.

I kissed her on the cheek."Four years. I hold you to that,Isabella."I whispered against her skin.