<span style="font-style: italic">One week.</span>It had been a week ago that Kenny was murdered. Isabella hadn't really slept and only ate when she had to. Her long, red hair was a greasy mess and she hadn't showered once. All the girl could do was sit on her bed, pull her knees up, and stare at the wall. Worried, her parents talked about sending their daughter to a psychiatrist, but it was only talk. They had tried getting Isabella out of the house, but all attempts failed: she always had some kind of excuse...but today was going to be different. Today Isabella was going to go to  the Smith home and try to figure what had actually gone down. What she had done, what Kenny had done.<span style="font-style: italic">It's all his fault...</span>Isabella thought to herself as she stood under the showerhead. He was the one who had introduced her to drugs and alcohol. Hot, angry tears leaked from her large brown eyes as the water started to turn cold. It was his own fault...<br/><br/>Isabella stood infront of the bathroom mirror, her thoughts turning from Kenny and going to Vinny: the one person that made her feel...special. She had first met him when a stalker had violated his restraining order, and Isabella fell for the lawyer, hard. Vinny was such a man, when Kenny was only a boy. Isabella bit her bottom lip gently before climbing into her clothing of a simple long black sweater with shorts. Gently she fingered the fading bruise just next to her right eye. That's where Kenny had backhanded her on the night he died. What it was about? Isabella couldn't remember, but then again, she didn't really want to.<br/><br/>Slowly, ever so slowly, Isabella made her way to the Smith residence. What was she going to say? Did they know about her and Vinny? Was that what Isabella and Kenny's argument had been about? So many questions ran through Isabella's fuzzy mind. Was Vinny missing her? She hadn't spoken to him since the night they had spent together a week and a half week ago. Her brow furrowed slightly, everything was perfect then. Kenny had no idea and Isabella could easily just say she was going to his house, when in fact she was going to see Vinny.<span style="font-style: italic">Knock Knock Knock</span>Lightly Isabella knocked on the door, her gaze upon her shoes. Perhaps she would try and visit Vinny today while she was out of the house...