Ruined

17 year old Isabelle Rodriguez has home schooled since 6th grade. Now she is at the end of her 11th. Her life is always books and pencils and boring classes with her father. Her mother died whenever Isabelle was 6. She doesn't have any friends. She doesn't have a boyfriend. No phone, no computer. Just herself, her father, and her room. One day she over doses and ends up being "kidnapped" by an unidentified nurse who practically hires her to work for a secret company. There she meets a boy who changes her life.. Forever.

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2. The drawer

    My father always checked my room for things that I could harm myself with. He never thought to look under things. He is just stupid. I don't talk to him much. Just when I have questions about my work, which is not often. I am actually pretty smart for a depressed 11th grader. I make straight A's. Most of the time. My desk has a drawer underneath it. It is built into it where most people wouldn't think to look. Well inside of it is things that I made myself promise not to use unless in major need of. My mind is telling me yes, but my heart is telling me no. Sorry mind, today I am going with my heart. It is the thing that keeps your body going right? 

    I walked downstairs and opened my HS cabinet. I grabbed my science and literature book and headed back to my room. I sat down at the desk and pulled out paper and a pencil. Chapter 21. Human Anatomy. Great. I did all of my work which included answering questions and writing a short answer. In language, I had to work on writing perfect paragraphs. I did one and then brought the books down to my fathers room. I placed them on a shelf specifically for my completed work. He usually gets home around 10 p.m. He works at a inventing company. He patens things and then usually goes to the bar. I don't even care. I sometimes wish he wasn't here. I want my mother. 

    I felt the tears well up in my eyes again. This time, I didn't' hold them back. I let them stream down my face. Like a river. A smooth, slick river. The tears just wouldn't stop. I cried, but didn't make one noise. Most people would weep and scream and all those noises but, I just stay quiet while the tears collect on my shirt. It was time. I needed it. Now. I ran into my bedroom and opened up the secret drawer. I took two of the pills from the bottle and grabbed a blade. I ran to the bathroom and turned on the water facet. I made it hot. I put the blade against my skin and ran it sideways. I winced at the pain but in a way, it felt nice. I did about six more. I let the blood drip from my arm while my vision got hazy. The pills were starting to kick in. Everything got fuzzy and my head was starting to bob. I made my way to the toilet and laid beside it. I leaned over and vomited into the bowl. And then, everything was black. 

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