“𝐈’𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.” • Isabella Swan • Twilight AU • Mature content || Dark • Mirror Descriptive

— appointment with Dr. @InfinitePatron. So, she waited until someone comes to take her to his office.

— She slowly push herself out of the bench, following the others to cafeteria. It have been four months now, and though she felt she was slowly overcoming her bondage, she knew there was a long way to go. After lunch, Isabella went back to her dorm as she would have an —

— found the right words to thank the Blacks for their help. She was particularly glad that Jacob caught her using narcotics under the bridge one night. He was her way out. The ring of the lunch bell brings miss Swan back to reality. She didn’t notice, but she was smiling. —

— Unfortunately, Jacob had his own business and a promising career as a professional motorcyclist to take care off. He was constantly out of town, and he hardly could visit his childhood friend. He could not be there, but the bills were properly paid by him. Isabella never —

— But Jacob Black, her best friend and sponsor, could tell she was in heaven. Charlie never drop a visit to see her daughter. In fact he was glad she was no longer living inside his house. So Isabella could find some room to be herself and feel welcomed. —

— watch from the distance a dozen of people enjoying, as much as her, their free time. Isabella wasn’t good in making friends, so she would usually, if not always, be seen alone. No one knew what was going on inside her head, as she wouldn’t speak much, —

— the little details she afford herself too admire as her undone nails caress her knees, rhythmically. As usual, she was sitting in an old wooden bench she likely decided to call hers as it slowly became her haunt inside that clinic. The days would seem endless as she would —

The wind that blew that afternoon was gelid and rigid. Its speed was enough to make the top of the threes dance as if they were part of a Broadway play. The spectacle was complete with the melodic sound of the water at the fountain on her right side. Isabella silently took in —

— not to win for her, but to help her win. To set her free.

— game over. As much as it might hurt her, she knew, with the little responsibility and awareness that was left over, that the game have only two alternatives, either you lose or you win. Isabella wanted to win. She still carried hope and believed that someone would be there, —

— again. She hated the fact she needed the narcotic. Her body now asked for it every time she was mentally hurt. But now, even if she wanted to stop using it, it was too late. Isabella have been using it jut since she was fifteen. Day after day Isabella stepped closer to the —

— life, even if for a short period of time. Addicted to the worst addiction that humans can have, Isabella knew that she would end her life in every application, smell, or drug she used. With tears still lingering through her face, Isabella felt her body begin to fall —

— until they weren’t enough to surface her pain. With all her personal imbalance, and the feeling that her life had changed from the day she was born, September thirteen, Isabella pulled from her pocket a different kind of chaff. The narcotic that would free her from this —

— The pangs of pain she would feel every time he was close to her. With the certainty that she shouldn’t even have been born, she sat on the dank, icy stone floor that was covered by the great city bridge. Starting with her cigarette, she smoked a cigarette after another, —

— longer knew if she could call that place a home, because the only certainty she had in life was that she wasn’t wanted in that house. Isabella Swan was running, and she was hurrying a lot because she could not bear the pain. The pain that came from her heart. —

— to understand the tortuous suffering that hung in the head of that brilliant child, were not capable to imagine what would bring Isabella peace. A girl whose anguish was attributed to the fact she missed her beloved mother. Moving quickly away from the little house, she no —

— falling from the sky. It was a rainy and cloudy dusk. The powerful post lights above the bridge would be enough to light the terrible events that day after day Isabella would go through. The curiosity in the people’s eyes, the ones who would watch and without success try —

— took over the ambience. Screams that would bother the residents of the area until the elegant young woman, with hair and eyes the same as her father, surrendered to the dark and icy night, allowing that the tears running down her face mingle with the thin taste of the water —

— friend was Jacob Black, the son of her father best friend and the person she would meet once in a week, when the parents were together to watch football. But today she was alone. Charlie arrived late and begins to complain about the food she made for him. A restless fight —