Monologue Of Isabel
It wasn't always like this, you know? This isolation had not yet taken over my life until I was faced with the aftermath. She's gone. And I'm still here. The past two months I've been surviving, not living. Just thinking about it now burns deep inside of my chest, the sensation feeling as though a load of hot coals have been placed there firmly by Isabel herself. Now sitting in my cold dark room, I feel as though half of my soul is gone from this life, she has taken it. Along with her last breath.
I keep replaying our first date in my mind, the way her light brown hair blew effortlessly in the warm summer breeze. I never knew my heart could beat so rapidly in my chest. My nerves were taking over any chance I had at forming a coherent sentence. …show more content…
They enjoyed partying and doing everything that your parents warned you about. But Isabel, she enjoyed books, riveting thought provoking conversations and she had an excellent taste in music. She loved to lose herself in stories and expressed herself through art and writing. We bonded over those trivial things but also on an emotional level, she told me that I was the only one who understood her. At the time I thought I did. Now? Now everything is a question that I'll never have her answer to, I'll never find her reason, her thoughts or feelings. I miss her, god I miss …show more content…
I wasn't in any mood to talk to anyone though. I've been like this for a while, a complete outsider to the rest of the world around me. Concealed. Hidden. Isolated.
She left my mother with a message though, she had read Isabel's diary. She thought I'd like to see it, especially the letter that was addressed to me. I wasn't able to answer straight away, my mind was racing as soon as the words left my mothers mouth. Isabel did leave me answers. My heart rate felt like it skyrocket in the most shocking way as I thought about reading her last words. The last thing she wanted to tell me, the heaviness of that reality hung in the air. I'm still debating whether I should accept her mothers request for me to read it. Will it bring me closure or will it bring me more
I keep replaying our first date in my mind, the way her light brown hair blew effortlessly in the warm summer breeze. I never knew my heart could beat so rapidly in my chest. My nerves were taking over any chance I had at forming a coherent sentence. …show more content…
They enjoyed partying and doing everything that your parents warned you about. But Isabel, she enjoyed books, riveting thought provoking conversations and she had an excellent taste in music. She loved to lose herself in stories and expressed herself through art and writing. We bonded over those trivial things but also on an emotional level, she told me that I was the only one who understood her. At the time I thought I did. Now? Now everything is a question that I'll never have her answer to, I'll never find her reason, her thoughts or feelings. I miss her, god I miss …show more content…
I wasn't in any mood to talk to anyone though. I've been like this for a while, a complete outsider to the rest of the world around me. Concealed. Hidden. Isolated.
She left my mother with a message though, she had read Isabel's diary. She thought I'd like to see it, especially the letter that was addressed to me. I wasn't able to answer straight away, my mind was racing as soon as the words left my mothers mouth. Isabel did leave me answers. My heart rate felt like it skyrocket in the most shocking way as I thought about reading her last words. The last thing she wanted to tell me, the heaviness of that reality hung in the air. I'm still debating whether I should accept her mothers request for me to read it. Will it bring me closure or will it bring me more