Isabella Rosa's death 1921
Isabella was beautiful, everyone knew that. Women envied her, men wanted her. But despite all of that, Isabella was lonely. It was hard being a woman in 1920, but even harder being different. If anyone were to discover Isabella's secret, she was sure to be arrested, or worse. So Isabella kept it a secret, a secret from all but her best friend Holly.
It had been a long night at the Hunters Club. Isabella had been one of the performers on stage, the only way for a young woman like her to make money when not married. Her and Holly had gone all night, only taking a break when the men were too drunk to pay attention.
Isabella hopped off the stage and went to the back fitting room, taking off her white wig as she went. She hated the things. It was too scratchy atop her head and too tight. Isabella felt relieved to take it off.
"Bella, wasn't that fantastic?" Holly cried, unwrapping her feathered scarf and draping it over the nearby China screen. Isabella smiled. Holly had been Isabella's first and only friend after travelling all the way from England after being disowned by her family for being different. Here in America they loved to voice their opinions unlike the British who usually kept to themselves. Isabella much preferred it here.
"I couldn't agree more." She said, picking a feather from her friends cherry hair.
Holly's eyes met her's and Isabella felt her breath catch in her throat. Without thinking twice, Isabella leaned in and pressed her lips to Holly's. Isabella knew what she was doing was wrong, that what she was doing was the whole reason she had been disowned in the first place. But it felt so right.
Holly stiffened then pushed Isabella away with abrupt force. Her green eyes were wide with shock and disgust.
Isabella felt tears spring to her eyes. "I-I'm so sorry. I-I thought-"
"You thought what?" Holly yelled and Isabella flinched. "That I would want to kiss you back? Isabella, what you just did was wrong? Don't you understand that?"
Isabella had never felt such pain before. Not even when her father pried her lover away from her arms and banished her from their home. "Please don't hate me." She whispered.
Holly's eyes softened. "Oh, Bella. I could never hate you."
Isabella felt relief wash over her like a tidal wave. Holly took her hand and squeezed. "You just need help is all."
Isabella jolted back, ripping her hand free from Holly's. "Excuse me?" She said in a broken voice.
Holly didn't seem to notice. "I've heard of this before. Girls thinking they like girls, boys thinking they like boys. They say it's a way of rebellion. Committing something so unnatural." Holy scrunched her nose with distaste.
Isabella felt as though she'd just slapped her. "Holly, my feeling for you aren't unnatural-"
"Oh stop being silly. Of course they are. There is no other explanation." She said confidently.
Isabella suddenly felt angry. "You speak as though I have a disease in need of curing! There is nothing unnatural about the way I feel! Whether it be about men or women. It shouldn't matter!"
Holly looked at her as if looking at a stranger. "Who are you? I want you gone."
"Holly-"
"Go, unless you want me to tell the boss what you did. You know what happens to people like you."
Isabella felt a fresh batch of tears begin to spill. Without another word, Isabella fled into the cold night. She felt heart broken and angry and sad. She just wanted the pain to go away.
When Isabella got back home she reached into the cupboard and pulled out a tub of pills and a bottle of liquor. That night Isabella drowned herself in misery and never woke up again.

*I wanted Isabella's story to be sad to explain why she is always so mad and guarded. She gave away her secret to someone she felt she loved, only to have it thrown back in her face. I really respect Isabella for being so strong after what happened in her previous life. I wanted there to be a twist, so I made her bisexual to show the troubles they had back then. It's sad which is why I think it was perfect for Isabella to show her weak side.*