The Unraveling Thread
Pov: Isabelle
"Your hands are shaking, Isabelle, and you look like you’re about to throw up," Lena said to me when she stood by the closet door, her boots planted wide on the linoleum.
The radiator in her small room hissed at us filling the space with the smell of burnt dust and stale hairspray.
I sat on the edge of her unmade bed, my fingers digging deep into the orange quilt I was holding. I did not look up at her. I rather kept my eyes on my lap.
"I am fine," I said as I pulled my wool sleeves down over my wrists.
The fabric was rough against my skin. "I am just tired from the whole stuff Lena. b***h, that house has been something else and always noisy at night." I said but Lena did not buy the lie. She walked across the room over to me in two strides.
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