Meet Isabela Sienna Hermantè Ferrari. The first girl in all seven generations of the Ferrari Heritage. Once known as a bubbly, sweet, adorable and sassy little 6 year old. She had the most beautiful eyes and a smile that could brighten up even the d...
I jolted up. Gasping for air. My hands still tightly wrapped around my throat. It's too dark in here. I can't breathe. "15... 12..uhmm 9-" I tried counting back in three's. "9-uhh" I tried, what's after nine?. Fuck why isn't it working. I let go of my throat wiggling my fingers and toes closing my eyes "I-I fuck" why won't it work. I took deep breaths counting up to ten my eyes closed, slowly exhaling. I sighed finally being able to control my breathing.
Suddenly a horrible feeling rose from my stomach. I quickly stood running towards the bathroom completely ignoring the ache in my leg pushing the door open. Luckily my hair was still intact in a bun so it didn't go dirty. I continued calming myself.
It wasn't real. It was just a dream. I'm fine. I repeated over and over again in my head trying to ride myself of the memory.
I looked over in the mirror almost screaming at my reflection. My skin was flushed and pale. My eyes had large dark bags around them which I've sadly come to accept the fact that the bags under my eyes are permanent.
My neck was red with claw marks on it. How the fuck? I reached my hand touching the slightly sore surface. "Ow" I hissed quietly it doesn't hurt much it just stings a little. I pulled my hair out of the bun letting the curly frizzy mess fall on my shoulders so it can cover my neck and make the marks less visible.
I sighed washing my face and brushing my teeth. I took a quick shower in attempt to wash off the negative vibes I'm feeling right now.
I walked out glancing at the time. It's 6am.I walked over to my bag looking for something to wear but found nothing. I've already worn all the clothes I have. I guess I'll just have to improvise.
I grabbed my white tank top putting it on. Pairing it with my grey sweats once again ignoring my aching thigh. I don't want to see it. Throwing over my grey jacket to cover up the exposed bruised skin.
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(Isa's outfit) ^^
I sat on my bed bored out of my mind. I checked the time again it's only been thirty minutes. It felt like hours to me. After a really good argument with myself I finally stood up walking towards my door I hesitantly pulled it open. I stuck my head out scanning the hallway , it seems quiet. That should mean nobody's awake.
