She'd woken up in detention terrified and fighting back tears.

It was difficult, but she made it back to her room without letting them fall. Yet she could feel the control she'd kept so tightly in place for the last two weeks starting to slip.

Perched on the side of her bed, Isabel rocked back and forth as silent tears fell.


[Locked to someone who knows who he is]
Continued from the Detention nightmare.

Cut for a scary nightmare )



[ooc: Massive, massive *glomps* and thanks to [livejournal.com profile] mparker17, both for writing her bit with me and then for holding my hand and encouraging me as I wrote the rest. She did this despite curently being traumatized in her own thread.]

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