We're all well known with how the path of a mentally ill girl goes. They either destroy themselves until theres nothing left or their minds take over and gets the job done faster. Well this is estella romano's story . Follow her through the path of...
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I wait for the confusion? Anger? Anything to hit. Everything has dissappeared. Every sound. The only thing i can hear is the blood running through my veins with each passing beat. The only thing i feel is the sting of the burning tears at the back of my eyelids. My chest feels so heavy and full . Im finding it hard to breathe as i sit there dead as stone. The flavorful icecream that was in my mouth disappeared. The spoon i once held , i dont know. I know the question has been asked. My only question is h-how?
"Estella..." the voice snaps me out of my haze , on instinct i flinch at the rough command. I blink , as i try to regain my vision and remember where i am.
Zaids , hurtful eyes stare at me , noticing me flinching apon him speaking so loud. But my own anger blinds me as the tears start to burn my eyelids once more. I try everything to keep them at bay. But nothing helps. The pain in my abdomen? Gone , long forgotten. The only thing i was feeling was rage. Fat tears spilled down my face and onto zaids comforter.
I don't even know whats happening as i jump out of bed and run to my shoes that stood perfectly in the corner of the room. I don't think twice before running towards it. The cold floor making goosebumps rise apon my skin. I hear shuffling behind me , i just know zaid is getting closer . I can feel it.
I try to wipe the tears. But they keep coming. No matter how hard i try to make them disappear. I push my feet into my shoes.
"You can't keep doing this..." he trails off behind me and i almost scoff at his statement. What a fucking hypocrite. What i hope is a nightmare, isnt . And i hope. I just hope. The word "damien" was just a figment of my imagination.
A soft hand touches my shoulder , just as i stand up and i push away as far as i can "Don't touch me!" I snap and a look of annoyance flashes behind his features.
Steam basically pours out of his nostrils as he stares down at me "Who the fuck is this guy?" I side step him as i go to grab my phone . But he's faster than me. He grabs it just when my fingers are just inches away from it.
I grind my mollers as zaid puts my phone into his pocket "Is he some ex? Or someone that did something to you? I told you estella , your enemies are mine" all humor washes away from him as a look of seriousness takes over.
I don't keep my eyes on him , rather than where he put my phone. Right at his pocket "I need my phone"
He scoffs as he steps forward and i immediately take a step back. Before i can get away from him he grabs me at my waist and presses me flush against him "Stop fucking looking at me like im a monster , and stop flinching away whenever i speak or try to get closer to you. I'd cut off my own fingers before i lay a hand on you. Just...stop okay" his voice holds hurt and i almost feel sorry for him.
It soon washes away as i remember his question. The only way he'd know that name is if he was digging into me. And i don't like people knowing my business.
