Was It All A Dream: Was It All A Dream?
Was It All A Dream?
As Ms. Le Bris helped into the small cab that had been hailed to take me towards my uncertain future, my six year old mind whirled back to the past, recalling how I came to this moment in the present.
My mother, Imogen Renaudin was an eighteen year old when she met my father.
Fresh out of college and blindly in love, she had me, Ailsa Renaudin when she was just twenty.
Lost in her own dreamworld, she fantasied that we would all be a happy family, slowly working our way up to money, fame and glory.
Everything was slowly going in the direction that she wanted until father came back from a business meeting which had taken him away for eight months.
When he arrived …show more content…
She met her fiancé, Arran Baxter through one of my many fashion shows.
They were both a match made in heaven.
For the first four years, Arran replaced the gap that father left behind and we lived in harmony.
Until the accident took place.
I often wonder, if the accident never happened, would I still be living with mother and Arran?
Would they never had taken up drugs?
Was it my fault that their deadly addiction led them to their downfall?
Those question often invade my head as I ponder back to the time of the accident.
The accident that ended my career in fashion.
That left half my face covered in bandages.
Fussing over my hospital bills, with no stable income between them, they turned to what it seemed to be the only way out.
Drugs
What started out as taking prescribed medications to soothe their migraines ended up to be a deadly addiction.
Both of them jobless, myself scared for life, they turned every inch of their frustrations at me.
It was an endless cycle.
As I never went to school, I took over all the household chores from sweeping the entire apartment to cooking breakfast, lunch and …show more content…
Perhaps I was worried that I’d grow too attached to Paris and when the time comes for me to leave, I would be unable to do so.
Sitting beside me was a lawyer who was typing away on her phone. While I alongside Ms. Williams were in the backseat, two unnamed policeman drove the vehicle, occasionally muttering quietly amongst themselves in the language I was yet to be familiar with.
I lulled off to sleep with closed eyelids, highly clutching my prized possession, Holly a dolphin plush.
As the vehicle came to a halt, I slowly opened one eyelid, paying little attention to the conversations occurring until I heard Ms. Williams climb out of the vehicle to talk to a person.
Awake and clutching Holly, I stayed silent as a statue. With my luck, I’d pass as a human sized broken porcelain doll. As I was often mistaken for one due to my porcelain skin tone, platinum blonde hair that fell in curls down my back and big sky blue eyes. The only flaw in my appearance were the bandages that covered the left side of my
As Ms. Le Bris helped into the small cab that had been hailed to take me towards my uncertain future, my six year old mind whirled back to the past, recalling how I came to this moment in the present.
My mother, Imogen Renaudin was an eighteen year old when she met my father.
Fresh out of college and blindly in love, she had me, Ailsa Renaudin when she was just twenty.
Lost in her own dreamworld, she fantasied that we would all be a happy family, slowly working our way up to money, fame and glory.
Everything was slowly going in the direction that she wanted until father came back from a business meeting which had taken him away for eight months.
When he arrived …show more content…
She met her fiancé, Arran Baxter through one of my many fashion shows.
They were both a match made in heaven.
For the first four years, Arran replaced the gap that father left behind and we lived in harmony.
Until the accident took place.
I often wonder, if the accident never happened, would I still be living with mother and Arran?
Would they never had taken up drugs?
Was it my fault that their deadly addiction led them to their downfall?
Those question often invade my head as I ponder back to the time of the accident.
The accident that ended my career in fashion.
That left half my face covered in bandages.
Fussing over my hospital bills, with no stable income between them, they turned to what it seemed to be the only way out.
Drugs
What started out as taking prescribed medications to soothe their migraines ended up to be a deadly addiction.
Both of them jobless, myself scared for life, they turned every inch of their frustrations at me.
It was an endless cycle.
As I never went to school, I took over all the household chores from sweeping the entire apartment to cooking breakfast, lunch and …show more content…
Perhaps I was worried that I’d grow too attached to Paris and when the time comes for me to leave, I would be unable to do so.
Sitting beside me was a lawyer who was typing away on her phone. While I alongside Ms. Williams were in the backseat, two unnamed policeman drove the vehicle, occasionally muttering quietly amongst themselves in the language I was yet to be familiar with.
I lulled off to sleep with closed eyelids, highly clutching my prized possession, Holly a dolphin plush.
As the vehicle came to a halt, I slowly opened one eyelid, paying little attention to the conversations occurring until I heard Ms. Williams climb out of the vehicle to talk to a person.
Awake and clutching Holly, I stayed silent as a statue. With my luck, I’d pass as a human sized broken porcelain doll. As I was often mistaken for one due to my porcelain skin tone, platinum blonde hair that fell in curls down my back and big sky blue eyes. The only flaw in my appearance were the bandages that covered the left side of my