Isabella Hearst: The past
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Isabella's POV
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In the past, I wasn't anything like this right now, bullying, aggressive, and disobedient.
I was still a good girl when I was still 9,
There's always a reason behind everything that I do,
Frankly, in the past, I was the one getting bullied at school.
Even at the mansion, the maids were talking bad about me even when in the past even though I didn't do anything wrong.
I would hear them.
"That girl Isabella is really spoiled."
"Yeah, I know, I don't know why the mistress would adopt someone like her, if I was to adopt, I'll never adopt that child."
"A spoiled brat."
I would always hear them saying that.
It really hurts my feelings hearing those words when I was 9. My step parents don't know anything about this.
But at school, it was the worse, I always tell lies to my parents that I'm sick or there's no school, just to avoid the students who were bullying me.
Every time that I go to school in the morning, the school bullies would call me out, both girls and boys. They would throw and break my things outside the building and I always go outside the school just to get it.
And every time that I came home from school, I always have bruises either on my face on or my torso.
Stepmom would always ask me why was I getting these bruises but I kept on quiet.
I already tried to report it, but not one teacher nor the principal believed in me,
They thought that I was insane, and had told lies.
The bullies that I reported to the teacher fake cried, they said that they didn't do anything.
It was harsh...
My parents even asked me why did I told those lies. Even my own parents don't believe in me...
They don't have any idea because this school is full of good students,
But little do they know that this school is just like hell...
Back then I wished that someone would believe on me, even just one, I wasn't asking for too much, I only asked for one person.....
And how I wished back then that I have at least one person to listen to all my sick problems...
Since this person doesn't exist,
It was a traumatic experience, I would always lock myself up in a dark and a shallow place that nobody knew about it even mom and dad.
It was dark and lonely, but that place made me felt safe, it felt that all my stress and problems went away when I first discovered that place...
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Back then, my birthday was close, that day was September 9. Nobody even knew about it excluding the people who are living the mansion.
But on the 9th day of September was the. Birthday of that damned school bully...
I was about to go home from school, but then her friends forced me to go inside the box full of trash I and garbage, they threatened me so I just followed their order.
I can't even breathe properly at that time, they hadn't even put a small hole where I can breathe fresh air...
After hours... I could hear them laughing and singing.
"Happy Birthday!" They all shouted.
"Here's your birthday gift."
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The box moved.
They made me a thing.
They made me as a gift of the school bully.
Cruel, they didn't even think that I was also a human being...
I just can remember it clearly when she opened the box, she was so elated, they started to throw eggs at me, they also cut my hair and tortured me to death.
I didn't even shed a tear at that time because that time is the worse day of my life...
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I went home and took a shower quickly...
I glanced at the mirror and all I can see was a nonexistent girl, I can still remember the dead eyes that I had that time...
I went to my secret and dark place and just sat down on there...
My heart just felt abused...
"What did I do to deserve this.."
"Maybe God hates me.."
"Everyone hates my existence."
"I wish I wasn't born."
I started to mumble.
"Why would they do that to me, the maids in this mansion, the principal, the teachers and the students at school thinks I'm insane, even my parent don't believe on me... WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYONE ?!"
I shouted while it echoes through the place and heard my own voice in pain...
*tick tock tick tock tick tock*
I heard the clock ticks on my watch...
As the clock pointed to 12:00 am.
September 10, my birthday
The day where I snapped
That is the time where my sanity turned into insanity...
The time where I left my mixed up fragile feelings behind to that dark place...
The last time I'll even feel pain again...
And the last words of my weak self...
"If everyone sold their everything to the evil,
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then I guess it is my time to sell my soul to the devil.."
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