You Killed My Brother, Now You're Mine

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e. How could they be gone? They were supposed to be there for me. They'd always been so distant, so busy wi

? My heart was pounding so loudly I couldn't hear anything else. It was like everything had slowed down around me, but my body was

only made it worse. "Isabella, what's goin

houted, my voice cracking. "My parents... they're gone! Gone forever! How could they-

uld feel was rage. They were never there for me, never present when I

e alone, please!" I felt like I was drowning. The anger, the hurt, t

ve's voice cracked, h

h everything crashing around me. I needed to be alone. I needed to get t

't stop now. I rushed toward the door, not looking back, not caring who was staring at me. I couldn't hear anything b

tal?" I said, my voice ba

," the voice on the other end sa

get the words out, but the nurse seemed to understand. She gave

eart aching. I knew he was calling after me, but I couldn't stop.

pinning around to face him. "Ju

ike it was moving on autopilot, and every part of me was screaming at me to stop, but I couldn't. I needed

rs streaming down my face felt ho

ack seat without another word. The ride was silent, the tension in the air thick. I couldn't even br

life. I couldn't sit still, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. T

erious, her eyes full of pity. "Miss, I'm so sorry. Plea

voice shaking, my mind still st

it took forever, my feet dragging beneath me. I wanted to

The white, sterile sheets. I couldn't look at their faces, couldn

ed me, when they'd cared for me. When they'd smiled at me and told me ev

the floor. "No," I whispered. "No. W

y chest felt tight. My head wa

e of them looked at me, his voice low. "Mrs. Isabella, we're so

y tears away. "What happene

vestigating, but the driver has not been found yet. We're

dn't think. All I could feel was the

this," I said through gritted teet

hone rang. I stared at the screen. It was

said, my

id. "We've been told to leave the house. They said it

. "What? No. No! That's my house. My parents' h

ss. That's wha

What was happening

from my hand, clat

apart, and I had no