Isabelle stormed into her apartment, her fists clenched in rage. Her face was contorted with anger as she picked up a vase and hurled it against the wall, shattering it into pieces. “Kylian, you did this to me!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “You created this monster!”

Tears streamed down her face as she grabbed a picture frame and flung it across the room. She sank to her knees, her breath ragged, and continued her tirade of anguish. “I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me!” Her voice grew hoarse as her anger consumed her.

Unable to contain her emotions, Isabelle snatched a broken bottle from the floor, her trembling hand gripping it tightly. With a swift, furious motion, she slashed it against her wrist, a cry of pain escaping her lips. Blood trickled down her arm, mingling with her tears as she crumpled to the ground.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, the sound cutting through the chaotic atmosphere. Isabelle’s heart raced as she staggered to her feet, her breath hitching. She stumbled to the door, her bloodied wrist leaving smears on the handle, and opened it to reveal a concerned police officer standing outside.

The police officer’s gaze shifted from Isabelle’s disheveled state to the wreckage around the room. “Ma’am, we received a call from your neighbors about the noise and shouting. Is everything okay?” he asked gently, his tone laced with worry.

Isabelle’s eyes, red and puffy, met the officer’s gaze. Her voice caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words to respond. She simply stared at him, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

The officer’s eyes then flicked down to her injured wrist, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. “You’re hurt!” he exclaimed, reaching out to steady her. “Let’s get you some help.”

Before Isabelle could protest, the world around her began to spin. Her vision blurred, and her strength waned as the pain and exhaustion overcame her. With a soft gasp, she slumped forward, her body going limp in the officer’s arms.

Panicked, the officer caught her, lowering her gently to the floor. He quickly called for medical assistance, his voice urgent as he relayed the situation. As he waited for help to arrive, he carefully inspected Isabelle’s wrist, his heart heavy with concern for the woman who had been so consumed by her emotions.

In the midst of the chaos, Isabelle’s unconscious form lay on the floor, her anguished cries replaced by an eerie silence. The shattered room bore witness to the storm of emotions that had torn through her, leaving behind a trail of devastation and heartache.

An ambulance was dispatched to her address, and soon enough, paramedics were there tending to her injuries. They carefully examined the cut on her wrist and began administering first aid.

One of the paramedics turned to the police officer and said, “Looks like she needs medical attention. We should get her to the hospital for further treatment and evaluation.”

The police officer nodded in agreement. “I’ll accompany her to the hospital to make sure she’s safe and to gather more information about what happened here.”

At the hospital, Isabelle was treated for her physical injuries, and a doctor came to check on her. The doctor looked at the cut on her wrist and said, “You’re lucky the cut isn’t too deep. We’ve cleaned and stitched it up. You’ll need to keep it clean and dry to avoid infection.”

Isabelle nodded weakly, her eyes still carrying the weight of her emotions. The police officer who had accompanied her to the hospital sat by her bedside.

“What’s your name?

“Isabelle,”

“Isabelle, do you want to talk about what happened? It’s clear that something has been bothering you.”

Isabelle hesitated for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice trembling “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m already a lost cause…