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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 4, 2013 2:24:17 GMT -5
A key to a house, well that was something she was use to but a key to a bedroom, well not so much. It was like an apartment in a sense, but minus the kitchen and who knew what else? She didn't exactly look at pictures she just knew that she was know going to be a member of an institution? Was that what this was? Isabelle, well her mother had talked to Miss Jean, and apparently this place was going to fix her problems! Alright, just as long as her best friend didn't know she was here, because that'd be just great right? Izzy, well she was a friendly person, but she could keep a low profile. The sixteen year old, well she liked her secrets and being able to keep them without her best friend worrying about her! She had enough on her plate! That had been obvious due to the fact that the girl tried to kill herself! There was nothing that Isabelle could do her friend tried to take her life and that day was just a really bad day for her! Was it selfish that she needed Hope? Was that selfish? She needed her to not know she was here though. It looked like her roommate was all settled in, so the girl was kind of relieved to find that it was going to be easy to find her side of the room and settle herself and her stuff in. Setting the box down she looked at all the other stuff that was hers, that had obviously been searched. No sharp objects, no magazines, no....she didn't even listen to half of it. She just knew she was bordering on danger apparently! Izzy fell onto her bed not knowing if the girl was in here or not. She really didn't pay much attention she was kind of in a daze.
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath! She just wanted to go home, but her Mom said she couldn't that she needed help. She felt fine! It had been sometime sense she had really been insecure and dealing with self-harm! This had become her normal, because she just wanted to be normal! To fit into society....she felt that she sort of did sometimes.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 4, 2013 2:39:50 GMT -5
The young Victoria Hope Jean hated this time, the time when all of those thoughts rushed into her head and the demons of her life pulled her back in. It was a time of pure devestation and agony for the young girl, that she would find herself an impass, because there was really nothing that she could do here. She couldn't try to do what she did before, because she was on watch at times. She had been borderlined onto a level four, where she would basically get no privacy. But she was safe enough to be called a level three, thankfully. She was currently sitting down in a secluded corner near the lake, her arms wrapped around her knees and her forehead resting against them. Silent tears strolled down her face as the cold Georgia wind slapped against her body. She knew that she should get up and head back to her room, but she didn't want to walk around Pinewood, looking like a mess.
Finally, she stood up and wiped away the tears that had lingered, before walking towards her dorm room. She had been lucky enough to not have a roommate since she got here, but she had been informed that her new roommate would be arriving today. She was nervous to see who it would be and how they would act, so she had been putting off going to her dorm all day. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door and twisting it open, once she had turned the lock and unlocked it with her key. She walked in quietly, shutting the door behind her. She looked around the room for a moment, before her eyes landed on the figure that would now be her roommate. She walked towards her for a moment, right before she fell onto her bed. Her eyes widened a considerable amount when she realized just who was laying on the bed, "Izzy?" she asked, her voice quiet and full of surprise.
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 4, 2013 2:50:18 GMT -5
Being alone, well it was a time to just loathe herself a little more for putting her mother through all of this and for putting herself in a situation of getting caught. Over the years no one found anything off about her and no one noticed her issues! It was like she was invisible or the problems were, because she seemed happy enough. Apparently, she was bordering on a four because she was a danger to herself? That was funny! It almost made the sweet little girl laugh as someone diagnosed her like they knew her and could just look at her and read into her issues. She didn’t care how much education someone had, even if this was common in teenage girls she didn’t buy into their little judgments. She wanted to go home! She didn’t want to share a dorm with some girl she didn’t know who with her luck was probably some psycho. She just wanted to get up and walk the hell out of Pinewood and try and hitchhike back to Houston! She missed her home, her life, her room, her dog! She missed it all! It wasn’t acting out and she wasn’t in denial, she was just human.
Isabelle, well she heard the door open and well she was going to open her eyes but part of her was scared that the person was going to be glaring at her or she wasn’t going to be able to handle the girl that laid in front of her. When she heard the voice, well she shot up her eyes a little wide with worry. FUCK! No, this couldn’t be? Her roommate was her best friend! Great! That was just perfect no wasn’t it! She was going to poke and nag. She loved Hope, but as her best friend she knew it was what she’d do. ”Hey-y.” she said uneasy giving a little nervous wave and glanced at her bed and then up at her best friend and she got up. ”You’ve been crying Hope...” she said worried about her friend, but at the same time she was worried having to explain why she was here. ”...are you okay I mean I know that might be stupid to ask, but...” great what was she going to say I’m here? That’d go over well!
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 4, 2013 3:00:04 GMT -5
Isabelle Reyes, better known as Izzy, had been Hope's rock, her best friend back in Houston, and she felt so terrible to leave her to come to this place.. this hell. They had been through everything together, but she had been hiding what really happened to her that night at that party. Apparently, Izzy had been hiding something from her as well, seeing as she was here at Pinewood Academy... The place for the fucked up. Of course, Hope didn't see herself as messed up in any way. And she didn't see Izzy as that way, either. She just stared at her best friend for a moment after saying her name, still in shock that she was here.. and that she was her roommate.
"Izzy.." She repeated again, in the same exact tone, after Izzy had said that stuttered 'Hey..' towards her. When she said that she'd been crying, Hope immediately shook her head no before putting on a smile, "No, I haven't been. I just came from outside and well.. my eyes water up with the wind beating me down," she said, before shrugging her shoulders. She walked towards her a little more, before opening her arms up for a hug, "I'm fine.. I've missed you," she said, not really knowing what else to say about it. What else was there to say? She wasn't fine, this place was hell. But she wasn't going to tell Izzy that, "I think the better question is.. why are you in this hellhole?" she asked, looking in her eyes and searching for something, anything that could give her a hint as to why she was here.
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 4, 2013 3:13:57 GMT -5
Best friends, well they weren't suppose to hide things from one another really, but what was she suppose to say with out sounding stupid. Everyone succumbed to different pressures! Now, they were both in dorm one hundred and one and they were both tripping over words. She knew why Hope was here! It was kind of obvious back home. People had big mouths,but she knew because she was her best friend. She wasn't messed up she just dealt with a lot and the reason why Iz was here was stupid in comparison to the suffering Hope kind of did, well at least in er mind. She just felt kind of stupid now hoping she could hide from Hope! Pinewood Academy and years and years...now it seemed like the tension of the unknown hung in the room.
"Hope.." she said tilting her head. She knew she was curious that much was obvious. She was curious as well, because of the fact that she wasn't stupid she knew when her best friend had been tear stricken! She shook her head and let it go. "Kay, but if you changed your mind and you were crying I do have one of the best friend hugs for you." even if it was really rather awkward! Considering the circumstances. She smiled a little when she opened her arms and she stepped lightly into the embrace hugging her lightly. "I missed you too." she said trying not to get choked up about it like she had several times! She could have died! Her best friend could have died! The hug only lasted for so long before the young woman pulled back and tried to search her eyes for why she was here so Izzy looked down at the ground. No, she didn't need her friend to read her like a book. "You know...sugar and sweet..and everything in between they needed a little bit of it all in a hellhole." she stepped back and well she wasn't afraid of being discovered because she hid everything for so long it wasn't like it was going to be discovered now. She smiled, because she always hid behind that. "So roommates....interesting I've always pictured it a little different than this..like an actual apartment or something!" she said before looking back at her friend and shrugged.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 4, 2013 17:09:37 GMT -5
Hope knew that she wouldn't be able to trick Izzy with that 'oh, it was so cold and the wind..' tearing up lie, but she could try. She didn't want her to think that she was crying, just because she hated when people tried to pity her, or being sympathetic. It was all good, though, because she didn't question it. She just said that she had a best friend hug for her. When she was in her best friends arms, it was just so obvious how much she'd missed Izzy. She didn't realize she'd miss her so much, but she did.
She rose her eyebrow at her when she looked towards the ground and wouldn't let her read her. Yeah, she was definitely hiding why she was here. But that just wouldn't fly with Hope, because she was a curious girl.. And this was her best friend, she didn't like the fact that she was here.. that there was something wrong with her best friend, "Iz.." She said, frowning, when she didn't answer the question the way that she wanted. She shook her head and sat down on her bed, looking up at her with a knowing look, "That's not the answer I wanted and you know it. Why are you here, really?" she asked, just wanting to get down to it. She was worried, she couldn't help it! If she could help, then she would, "And don't give me any bullshit, I can call you out on it," She said, before nodding her head to the whole 'roommates' thing. It was true, she never imagined that it'd be like this... but it was. It was crazy, and she didn't like it, "Me too.. but hey! Don't change the subject!"
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 5, 2013 15:48:46 GMT -5
The lie, well it was whatever, it was small and white! Isabelle, well she wasn’t going to make a mountain out of a mole hill! The sixteen year old, well she didn’t want to upset her friend anymore than she already upset her, because that wasn’t fair and she just! It was nice to be in her arms despite not wanting her to know that she had issues, because that was one more thing for her to worry about and she didn’t want to deal with the worry and they sympathy just like Hope didn’t. It was nice to just be with her again even if at the end of the day neither of these girls should be here.
The tension became more apparent in the room when she looked down so she wouldn’t rip her apart and discover her issues she worked so hard to kind of keep personal, despite her cousin knowing! She heard the Iz and kind of let out a little sigh, because she didn’t see this going over well! They were supposed to be best friends and sharing a room why did everything have to be complicated with answers! ”Hope.” she said looking up in her best attempts to kind of be playful. She groaned when she said she didn’t want that answer and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ”Hope I’m fine.” she said trying to be firm on it because she was fine and that was all that Hope really needed to know right now. She gulped when she said not to give her any bullshit she’d call her on it. ”Can’t you just be happy that I’m here and I’m going to get help?” she asked the help a little sarcastic, because she didn’t see how they were going to help. Now, she was just starting to get a little frazzled, because it was just something she didn’t want to talk about and apparently her friend wasn’t getting that! If she wanted to talk about it she would have and Hope would have been in the know. The only reason her cousin knew was because they lived under the same roof and went through similar things and so did Hope, but Iz couldn’t not be a rock in the certain respect she’d just look like she was mirroring her best friend in a certain respect. ”Just drop it!” she heard herself counter back in a snap. She hated snapping. ”Please.” she said almost desperate.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 6, 2013 1:09:29 GMT -5
Hope knew what she should tell Izzy right at that moment, and it was about to spit out of her like word vomit. It wouldn't be a lie, because she's been here for months now and she hasn't gotten any better. Nothing helps for her, and the counselors just don't seem to notice that. Or maybe they do and they just don't care. Whatever Isabelle is here for, Hope wants to make sure that she gets the help that she needs, "Izzy, you don't get it!" Hope exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air, "This place, Pinewood. It doesn't help you. It helps no one. They can spit all the bullshit they want into my parents ears about how it's helping me, how I won't have those thoughts anymore.. but Izzy,if anything, you can just get worse here. In my opinion. Because you have no one here for you. Everyone here knows that," she said, frowning up at her.
She knew she didn't want to talk about it.. but.. well.. she was Hope, and when Hope wanted to know something, she wanted to know now, "I'm not dropping it. You know me better than that," She said, attitude just seeping from the words that was spoken when her best friend. She then let out a breath and closed her eyes for a moment, before looking back up at her with a frown, "Iz.. please.. I'm your best friend," she said, shaking her head, "Why won't you tell me? We don't keep anything from each other..." Yeah, she pulled that card. Even though she was hiding something from her as well, but hell.. Izzy's was pretty much already out, she just needed to know what exacty for, "Maybe, if I knew.. we could help each other along the way."
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 6, 2013 1:50:24 GMT -5
Izzy watched her friend snap at her and tell her this place was only making her worse and not better at all, but she really wasn’t in an optimistic state about them helping her either. It was stupid! She didn’t want to talk to her best friend about it she wasn’t going to talk to talk to some counselor. She was who she was! ”I don’t want to be here half as much as you don’t want to be here!” she said sighing. ”I don’t get it because I just got here you’re right and thanks for the warning, but there is nothing I can do about it now, because my Mom said I can’t go home!” she said countering back, because she wasn’t blind. She was in a school with people who were crazy. How could that make anyone better? They were just shoved away and maybe some people were going to get lucky and she hoped Hope would and it made her sad to note that she could get even worse, but she looked up and shook her head. ”Well, I’m here for you and you’re going to get better, so forget their stupid sale pitches and the fact that none of it makes sense. Crazies with other crazies...teens...the impact alone is enough to make you worse you’re right, but I can’t do anything about being here, so I don’t know what to tell you...thanks for being honest and looking out I’ll try not to get worse, but we’ll see.”
Izzy groaned when she said she wasn’t going to drop it! Izzy was always so happy and she didn’t need that vision of her tainted to her best friend. Perception was a lot. She didn’t need Hope to see her for the ugly that she was. ”I wish you would.” she said and was careful as she pushed her dark hair back to make sure her sleeve didn’t give anything away. She knew Hope was watching every move now...now she’d notice her flaws...that she was fat and that she was cutting. ”You are my best friend.” she said once more looking down at the ground to Hope’s feet. ”Don’t that’s not fair...I’m not okay with talking about it.” she said and then she looked up at her with watery eyes and shook her head a little. ”.....just leave me alone Hope! I said NO.” she said snapping at her eyes getting a little wide and she clicked her tongue and looked her friend up and down. ”It’s not a big deal anyways...so stop making it one.” she said getting up and grabbing one of her boxes carefully setting it on her bed and began to unpack.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 6, 2013 2:10:26 GMT -5
Hope really just wanted her to see how mad it really could get here, but then again she didn't. She didn't want Izzy to be here in the first place, this wasn't where she needed to be. She needed to be at home, in her bed.. with her family. Because that's where she belonged. Hope had accepted the fact that she was here, that this was where she belonged because.. well.. she brought this upon herself. She knew that she was fucked up, she had owned up to it. She didn't say anything to her, she looked down at her bed and let out a sigh. She didn't know what to do, because.. there wasn't anything that she really could do but to accept the fact that she was here. When the words said 'she would get better' fell out of Izzy's mouth, she let out a dry laugh. She knew that she wouldn't get better, because depression would always be there, "You're crazy if you think I'm going to get better, Iz. I don't care if I get better, that's the thing.. I care if you do, though, but you're not even letting me in."
She watched her carefully. The moves she made, the faces she made, and the way that she spoke, she just needed something to give her a hint as to what was wrong with her, "Then as your best friend, I should know, Izzy. Isn't that why I'm your best friend, because we tell each other everything and help one another out?" She asked, trying to get that through her head. She hated when secrets were between them, and something this big has never come up before, "You're not okay with talking about it.. Well, guess what Izzy, that's all you're going to be talking about while you're here. In group therapy and when you're alone, their eyes will be on you, trying to break you down and get inside your head," she said, letting her know that there was really no way she could hold it back from them, even though she, herself, tried constantly, "I'd be the only one to know, Iz.. at least all of Houston doesn't know.." she said, the last part was mainly to herself. Because everyone there pretty much knew why she was sent off, "If it's not that big of a deal, then why can't you tell me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. She thought that she'd made a pretty good point at that moment.
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 6, 2013 2:46:17 GMT -5
Isabelle did not want her to know that all this time all these encouraging smiles and all of it...she didn’t want her to think she was a complete fake! It could be construed as all fake. If Hope knew. When she laughed she raised a brow. ”That is YOUR problem. You don’t care if you get better! You need to get better!” but then so did she apparently. It was hypocritical, but she wasn’t trying to be a hypocrite! She was just trying to be a friend. ”Well, I care if you do to, but you’re not going to even try the way you sound.” she said sighing and she rolled her eyes and shook her head. She didn’t know what to do here as she watched her carefully. ”You are my best friend and you should know when I’m ready to tell you and not PRESSURE ME INTO it.” she yelled. She tried not to pressure into stuff when it came down to it! Didn’t she not just do that when she noted that she had been crying? It wasn’t fair suddenly there was a double standard. ”I know it’s your personality and I love you, but you have to give me the respect I give you. When you want to talk you do and when you don’t you don’t.” she said licking her lips. She had a point! Did she not?
When her friend told her that she was going to have to talk about it and just went of she just groaned again her blood boiling a little bit. ”They can’t force me to say a fucking thing!” yeah, she cussed. ”They may get a paycheck, they may have files, they may say things, but my voice is my voice and like you under the first amendment they have to respect my rights as a person and wait until I’m ready!” Izzy was losing it she really was at the hands of her best friend. ”...why are you trying to scare me? hurt me even? I get it. You don’t want me here and you want to know what’s wrong with me, but you have to understand just like anyone else how its not easy to just say it.” she just stood there some clothes in hand and looked up to the ceiling a hard breath coming from her nostrils. ”You want to know so bad? So damn bad that you can’t even respect me then fuck it.” she said dropping her shirt on the bed and reached for her sleeve and rolled it down and showed her the cuts tracing her arms. ”There Hope eat your fucking heart out? You happy now? Oh but there’s more...wait!” she said and she moved her hands to the hem of her shirt rolling it up a little bit. ”Apparently I’m too fucking skinny or some bullshit. I don’t like myself! Is that what you wanted to know? I hate myself in fact and I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin...and just ultimately I’m here, because I’m just a big fucking disappointment. I can never fucking win in this world! This what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?” she repeated her voice cracking a little bit and she moved her clothing back to its normal position and she smiled at her friend and took a deep breath looking away not even wanting to see more disappointment. She couldn’t handle it.
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 6, 2013 22:34:22 GMT -5
Hope was lost, that was for sure. When I say lost, I mean lost in her mind. She had given into the thoughts that she shouldn't be here and that she was worthless, because.. well.. that's what people had told her so many times before. She was tired of people saying that she needed to get better, because she knew that she did.. but then again, she just didn't want to. She was in too far deep, "You're not, I'm not going to try because I'm not supposed to be here," she said, motioning to her standing here, breathing. She shouldn't be alive, that wasn't her plan, "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pressure you, Iz." She always had a tendency to keep pushing and pushing and egging on.. it was just how she was. She never knew when to stop, and it usually ended up in a fight. Much like right now.
Her brown eyes widened a little when the f word fell from Izzy's mouth, just because she never knew her to cuss very often. Damn, this was serious, "You don't have to say anything, Izzy. But it's their job to get inside your head, if you're lucky.. maybe you won't get a counselor that tries to pry. I was just saying." She hadn't seen her get so mad in a long time, so she knew that this meant a lot to her, that this was serious. How serious was her problem for her to have to fight back so hard? "I'm not trying to scare you! I'm showing you the reality of this place, when people call this place hell, it's not a joke. The medicine they have you on, the journals they make you keep, the therapy.. you don't deserve to be here. Not someone as... awesome, and as good as you," she said, frowning. She really wasn't trying to scare her, she was just telling her what was to come.. what she thought of this place. When she went off and pulled up her sleeves, Hope's eyes widened. Then her shirt.. Her heart kind of stopped. Not Izzy, not her best friend. Tears bit at her eyes, but she wasn't about to cry. No, she couldn't. But her heart felt like it had stopped, "Oh.. Izzy.." she said, not really knowing what to say. She stood up from her bed and walked towards her, placing a hand softly on her shoulder, "You're not a disappointment.. it just means that you're human," She said, her voice thick from the emotion she was feeling for her best friend, "You're amazing, you're awesome.. you're my best friend. But this.. this isn't good, I know it isn't. And i'm here for you." That was all that she really could say, because she didn't believe that Pinewood would help, but she would be here for her friend, and try to help her, as much as she could.
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 6, 2013 23:41:59 GMT -5
When her friend said that Isabelle gulped! She didn’t know what that did to her! It wasn’t fair, but she needed her friend. ”Don’t...don’t.” She said shaking her head and plugging her ears because she didn’t want to hear that part anymore she knew her friend was depressed but shed didn’t want to hear how she wanted to die. It really hurt, because it meant that there was nothing Izzy could do! Was it so bad it trumped wanting to stay alive and be with her? Was that selfish? Probably! She knew it had nothing to do with her! It wasn’t her fault at all, but it just hurt to know she couldn’t help. ”You are supposed to be here, because you’re here.” she said firmly, because if she wasn’t she would have been dead. She was supposed to be here. ”But you are.” and that was that, because she was pushing her to tell her!
She just watched her friend, because she wanted to get serious right so Isabelle was being serious! She didn’t like cussing, but she was right. Just because her Mom paid and wanted these people to help didn’t mean she was going to say anything. ”And I’m not going to say anything. Just like you don’t have to say anything. If that get in your head I’m sorry, but thanks for the warning.” she said taking a deep breath, because it was a nice warning, but at the same time Isabelle hid behind a smile she didn’t plan to change for group therapy and a shrink. She nodded when she said she was trying to tell her about the reality of this place. ”I can’t do anything about being in hell. My mom heard about Pinewood and didn’t think it was hell she thought it’d help, so I’m here.” she said and shrugged. She just smirked at her friend when she gave her more details. ”I’m going to be in isolation a lot I can already tell.” it didn’t sound like Izzy, but she wasn’t going to write truths and she wasn’t going to swallow her medicine. She was living the way she was living, because while she was sick she was closer to a goal weight and closer to being happy and they were trying to take that from her. She didn’t do healthy things, but she was who she was and it wasn’t fair that people bullied her and then now she was going to be pushed in a different direction.
She watched her friends reaction and saw the tears but she was too livid. The oh Izzy! When Hope touched her shoulder she moved it back. ”Don’t touch me right now.” she said just needing a moment to breath. She never confessed as much as she confessed right now. She just gave her a smile, because she wasn’t buying what Hope was selling and it was a way for her to hide. She shook her head when her friend started saying nice things about her. ”Want to help me? Quit telling me lies.” she said looking up at her. ”I want to be those things I really do and I try really hard to be those things, but I’m not comfortable with you spewing I am what I’m not. It’s just..” she sighed and gave a nod. ”Thanks for being there Hope...but I don’t I don’t know just don’t treat me differently I’m just Izzy okay? That’s the only way you can help me.I don’t want to be treated differently. It’s why I never even spoke up in the first place.”
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Post by victoria hope jean on Feb 10, 2013 1:13:33 GMT -5
Hope didn't care how many times Izzy would say it, she didn't and wouldn't believe that. That maid just had to come in.. it wouldn't have been ruined if she had just ignored her room that day. She rose an eyebrow at her as she plugged her ears, much like a child would, before shaking her head, "I don't want to be here," She mumbled, mainly to herself.
She knew that she didn't have to say anything, but she didn't want them to pry at her best friend and bring her down, or piss her off by digging. She knew that some therapists let you go at your own pace, which was kind of how hers was. She just nodded her head and looked down, twiddling her thumbs in her lap, because she didn't want to hurt izzy, but she was just desperately wanting her to see the reality of this place.. which she probably already knew. she just needed to stop, but she couldn't and she didn't know why. she didn't want to fight with her best friend, but it was happening. all because her protective side was taking over like crazy, "No one thinks it's going to be," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "I didn't think it would be at first." she first tried seeing the bright side of it.. which the only thing that she could think of, was to be away from everyone that had brought her down. but then reality hit her; she was alone, in a school full of messed up people. she'd met some terrible people here, and honestly.. she had already made a few enemies. that was nothing new for hope, though; getting enemies. she had a tendency to push people over the edge. like right now, "please don't say that, then i'll be in this room all alone again." she hated being alone. it only made things worse and it gave her time to think.
thinking was never all too good for her.
Hope let a look of hurt flash on her face for just a moment when she moved away from her and told her not to touch her, but then she put on a blank face and just nodded her head, "Right.. Sorry," she said, taking a step away from her. She rolled her eyes as she put on that stupid smile, but it was obvious she was not 100 percent right now. Not after what she just told her. She rose her hands up in surrender, before sitting down on the bed and shaking her head, "Fine, whatever. I won't speak my mind about you again," she said, putting that out there. she knew how that felt, not to believe those things.. so she couldn't get mad at her for thinking that way, but it still upset her that her friend thought this way about herself, "Iz, you should know that I, of all people, won't treat you differently just because of this. Look where we are, like I have any room to treat you any different way.. just do me a favor, and do the same for me."
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Post by isabelle marie reyes on Feb 12, 2013 3:08:40 GMT -5
The pain it really did cause her to know that her friend wanted to be dead was immense, because Isabelle adored Hope and it was just hard to fathom, but she had things that were hard to fathom as well. She was going to sing like a child cause she didn’t want to hear it. She didn’t want to deal with it. She was just glad to be back with her friend. Even if Hope knew she was here for her she was saying it and it was killing Isabelle! This place was going to suck enough without her having a hard time thinking about her best friend in the bed nearby wanting to end her breathing and her existence. This place sucked she got it, but there was nothing she could do about it now and Izzy was in a place where she didn’t see what she was doing wrong sort of, because she ended up feeling better about herself after cutting or after throwing up her food, because she liked food, but she wanted to be thin! All the comments from when she was a girl had caught up with her about being chunky and people were cruel! She just sighed and shrugged. ”I’m not saying this place is going to be flowers and chocolates, but...I can’t do anything about it..I’m here.” she said and let out a long breath just kind of giving a bit of a shake of the head and her hands kind of moving up in a surrender. What did Hope want from her? ”I’ll try not to, but I’m not talking to anyone.” she said stubborn much like her friend. ”I won’t purposely leave you, but I don’t want to talk to someone who wants to pick apart my problems, because they went to school and ‘qualify.’ I didn’t chose this place I don’t owe them answers.”
She was pissed off she didn’t mean to snap at her best friend, but she had pushed her to a brink and she didn’t want to be touched right now. ”Don’t be sorry its just I don’t want to be touched right now....” she said in a low tone and well it was obvious that Hope wasn’t going to fall for it again, ever. It sucked, because she just didn’t need to be another mess for her best friend to have to worry about. Izzy rolled her eyes as well when her friend went all into a defeated defense. She groaned and grabbed the shirt it a huff moving to put it in her dresser. ”I’m sorry I’m just not the person you want me to be and it’s hard to listen to things I don’t believe...” she said and shrugged, because it was repetitive and Hope did know. She gave a weak smile in her friends direction. ”I’m sorry I snapped at you. I just didn’t want you to know. I don’t want to be added to the list of things that make you sad...” she bit her lip. ”Do I treat you differently?” she asked wanting to know. ”I mean have I sense everything came crashing down?” she tried not to but there was probably moments where Izzy broke and had emotions crash down and just treated Hope in an uncommon manner.
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