Twins with Isabella. Attitude. Fuck you cunt. But god she’s a blast. You always know HellKat is nearby – her distinctive gravelly voice and laugh sounds more like a phone sex worker. And she knows it.
When HellKat is let loose she lashes out with intent to maim.
Angry texts.
Screaming.
Tantrums.
Yelling.
Fighting.
Stabbing.
Knives and forks in cheeks
C’mon cunt. Bring it on.
HellKat is the same age as Isabella – 15 or 17? It’s unclear – but does it matter? They are both wise beyond their years and street smart. Always have each other’s back even when they intentionally through each other under the bus.
Survival of the fittest.
One day recently HellKat had a major aggressive rant, smashing things, calling the cutter names (HellKat hates the cutter. It took three of us to calm her on the therapy pod but she still managed to kick out. Hit out. Spit and hiss. She’s been triggered. – but we can’t remember why – oh that’s tight a long text to “x” when none of us wanted to send it.
Finally settled down with pink cashmere blanket wrapped around her on the special bean bag. We are still watching and wary but we know that she’s lost her spirit and can’t be fucked anymore.
For this hour or day or week she has nothing left to do. Nothing left to fight for, to keep safe because we are safe.
She hates the littlies coz they make her too vulnerable and no ones going to see her soft side.
She’s twins with Isabella- but where is she?
We keep losing time and vision.
The past is being shoved into the light regardless I’d we are safe to deal with the memories. So to cope we shut out and down.
Isabella is not even allowed to write a lot in her diary.
