What Lies Beneath

cнapтer 8 - 'oн мy jeѕυѕ lord alмιgнтy... ιnтιaтe нearт aттacĸ.'

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Wazzzzzuuup! Here is your weekly UPDATE! Yer welcome ;) Alrighty ENJOY! Pleeeeease don't forget to vote and comment my lovely people! I really enjoy seeing what you guys think about my story/chapter :) ALRIGHTY LOVE YOU HOMIES!! <3

P.S. - I kinda really like this chapter because you get to see more of why Isabelle is the way she is.. mwhahaha annnnnd I got some cutesy Hazzy action going on :3

P.P.S - This will probably be the last update for a week or two... POSSIBLY, NOT FOR SURE YET. But yeah, I gots a lot of school work to catch up on :'(

P.P.P.S - The pic on the side is of Harry's room :) I freaking LOVE it! The next chapter will have a pic of Harry's bathroom ;)

P.P.P.P.S - I know I'm kinda late on this buuuuut the North American Where We Are Tour Dates have been released and AHHHHHH! It's safe to say I have a DIRE NEED TO GET TICKETS!! Hopefully, I'll be able to get floor seats when the go on sale on Saturday... WISH ME LUCK!! <3

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~Isabelle~

Scenes flash across my closed eyelids as I slowly gain consciousness.

My father.

A piece of paper, lying on my 5 year-old, princess bedspread.

Damien.

A text message, cold and heartbreaking.

My eyes fly open, a scream caught in my throat. As I gasp in air, I feel the streams of tears falling down my face. I move to get up, but an arm and leg are casually thrown over me, preventing my movement. I glance to my side, the familiar darkness crawling up my spine.

Harry is fast asleep, not even aware of my breakdown. The darkness begins to seep into every particle of my being as the tears fall faster, images darting through my mind, feeding and encouraging the maleficent eclipse.

Quickly, I shove the heavy limbs from my body with a renewed strength, garnered by the increasing need to get away.

I slide out of the bed and rush towards a door, not even bothering to take in my surroundings. I shove myself out of the door, trying to hold the consuming memories back.

The darkness grows, leisurely taking my body over as my pathetic attempts of stopping it, fail.

I rush towards the first thing I see, stairs. I run down them, not caring about noise or anything; except for the overwhelming urge to fight, fight the darkness away.

Tears continuously stain my cheeks as I race towards another door across from the stairs. I surge through it, slamming it closed behind me.

I scramble over to a corner, right next to a washer machine. I let my back hit the wall and slide down until I'm curled up, trying to hold myself together. A sob leaves my mouth as the memories take ahold of me once again. Four words, repeatedly scrolling across my squeezed shut eyelids.

You're not good enough.

A wail escapes my hoarse throat, the darkness almost entirely taking me over. My mind is in a haze, unable to think clearly and no longer able to withstand my impending doom.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and a light flickers on. My bloodshot eyes flicker up to see a tall figure looming at its entrance. I don't even spare the person more than a few seconds before my eyes are glued back to the ground, whimpers ushering out of me.