I S A B E L L A
Seconds ticked into minutes.
Minutes into hours.
It was morning. I was home, but far-away from sleep.
I kept staring at the blank walls of my room after I got home, thinking nothing, the music on in vain, mostly to make my parents believe that I wasn't going crazy.
None of them called.
And I couldn't be more grateful for that. I would never be able to look at anyone in the eye again.
I promised I would keep all of it inside.
And looking at Matt with Ruth last night just broke the last straw.
But I shouldn't have-
My thoughts were interrupted when I saw Zach entering my room.
"Can I- Can I come in?" He asked.
"Yeah," I smiled, turning to him, wiping my face with my hand, trying to erase the dried tear marks, "You're already inside," I tried to lighten up the air.
