Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 18, 2009 21:01:04 GMT
((Ok, I know this is a bit late...but this was set at christmas time....))
Tuesday
Isolde was now back in her bedroom and after having an argument with her dad, (which had been their first big one) was expressing all the leftover anger onto a page. This time she was filling up every inch of page she could find with her drawing which she hated to do as she hated cluttered areas.
One reason she was glad to be back home in her very uncluttered bedroom. Her dorm room was so small to her and even though she hardly needed any space at all it bothered her how much stuff her roommates had. One of them had even asked if she could put some of her stuff on Isolde's side and by her nature, Isolde had let her.
A few times she had been tempted to move it all back over to its owners side of the room but she was far to polite for that, besides that was only when she was in an irritable mood, when she was in pain.
"Come in," she answered the continuous rapping of her door.
Aries poke her head around before opening the door fully and commencing to sit on Isolde's bed along with Satine, "Hey sis. Haven't seen your face for a while except for it being in photographs."
"Yeah sissy, we missed you!" Satine beamed at her.
And all her anger faded. How could she be angry or snappy towards the two most wonderful people in the whole world. They were so understanding and always there for her...
"I missed you guys more than you missed me." she continued drawing her picture none the less. Another thing she disliked: leaving things unfinished.
"I somehow doubt that. Isolde, don't go back there, it's no fun with just the two of us and all those games we played and we can't play them without you. We need Jamie back again!" whined Satine.
"Yeah, my baby sis has to leave Orchid and move back here. That or visit a lot more often, otherwise things are going to get a lot worse around h-"
"A lot worse? What do you mean?" lifting her head in alarm her eyes wide, Isolde looked at Aries. When she didn't continue and looked at Satine, Isolde barked at her, "Aries! What do you mean?"
Aries looked straight into her sisters eyes, "Well, when you left, mam and dad started to have little disputes about you going to...to....to-"
"Orchid."
"And dad wanted to bring you back home but mam said you wouldn't be happy and you'd learn to deal with your abilities there and get a beeter fufilled education. They left it at that because of the letters you sent and told them how much you were enjoying it all.
But when Halloween came and you said a few weeks before you'd might come home they got all excited and started to go overboard with the decorations like you used to do but then they got another message telling them you weren't coming. That's when things started to go downhill. Badly and quickly. I've never seen two people fight as much as they have these past two and a half months. And then when you sent the email telling all of us you were coming home for christmas they weren't sure whether you'd cancel on that either and Satine and I even doubted it a little. Then on grannies death anniversary they had a huge row. Made Satine cry, they had yelled at each other and dad got so mad he threw his ring and ma and yelled at her saying he was filing for divorce and slammed the door behind him. Didn't return till three weeks later and never told any of us where he'd been or what he'd been doing," during all this with various pauses so Aries could take a breath Isolde had frozen.
She'd nearly made her parents divorce?
"Anyway, things settled back down into the normal routine. Satine went to school and I went to my lectures, dad to work and mam to the business. Things seemed to be looking up again, with dad buying gifts for mam and all but drowning her in affection. But mam still flinched the littlest bit if dad started to raise his voice. That night had left a permanate mark on her that's for sure. I thought dad had all but forgotten about it but he was even scarred by it.
It's etched on everyone's memory. Isolde, things have been a wreck since you left for that blinking school. I think it would be in our parents best health if you didn't go back again. They can't live theri lives properly if you're gone. If anyone of us left."
Isolde was still frozen. The other two waiting or wanting her to say something about all this but she had nothing to say and didn't know what to say. What could she say? I'm sorry and I won't return.
No.
She was going to go back, regardless.
"And then last Wednesday when we came to collect you from the airport.....Satine and I should be deaf with all the racket that went on that night. Dad had started to rant about you probably coming home for a day or two before taking flight again. Mam said you wouldn't and he argued back with how did she know that? And of course every mother knows her child like the back of their hand. Well, you know how dad can get. Anyway it continued like this the whole way to the airport and when they saw you mam started to cry and dad was impatient and you know dad is never impatient. Anyway, when you walked through the gate dad just about cheered but I poked him to remind him where he was. And well...you know the rest.
But dang it Isolde. You've got to visit more often, I know dad's been planning to go over there and drag you back and put you into an all girls school."
By the time she had explained everything Isolde was being hugged by their little sister. Satine. How could she not have come back for so long?
"Sissy, please come back," the little voice pleaded and echoed in her mind.
And Isolde's frozen ice façade melted and she became herself and smiled while a silent tear slithered down her cheek and she touched her sisters face, "I can't honey, I love you all but I need to stay at Orchid Hill. I've become part of a-" Don't give them excess to worry about. Don't make things worse than you already have.
"What? Become part of whatIsolde?" Satine's voice came to her ears.
Isolde bit her lip before smiling at them both, "Become part of a wonderful place and I've never been to a better or more beautiful place in my life,"
They just stared at her, dumbstruck.
They had heard many a times before that Ireland was and forever would be the most sweetest beautiful place imprinted into her head.
Though a lot of this had to do with her friends there.
"Isolde..." but Aries just shook her head and didn't bother to continue. She was lost for words and she and Isolde and Satine knew it. For once their grown up, older and the brightest out of the whole family who was like a walking dictionary, was speechless.
First time for everything. Isolde stood up and went to sit on her chair in front of her desk.
"Did you two want anything else or just to tell me all of that?" she asked coldly. Satine just stared back and forth between her two older sisters as they glared at each other. They'd never been this cold towards each other, if at all.
"Nope, that's all," Aries finally broke the silence.
"Ok, would you mind leaving me alone for a while please? I want some time to myself." Isolde got up and hugged them both before they left her alone.
And so she continued drawing for about two hours until the rain began to lash down.
Friday
Still the nightmares continued for Isolde and this was making her condition worse and worse. This Fibromylgia was starting to flare up more often since she came home and tonight was one of her worst nights for it.
Having swallowed her usual amount of pills, they did nothing for her. So she tried something which usually helped a great deal. She practiced her Irish Dancing but had no such luck with any type of excersise. And as the pain flared past its normal raging self her fever came along with it and now she was in bed, sweating and panting and in the worst pain of her life.
"For the love of god, please stop!" she groaned into her billow and bit her lip so hard she felt the hot, red liquid dribble from it. What she wouldn't give for some morphine.
She'd never had it but she knew what it would and should feel like if she should ever have it. And what a wonderful thing is should be.
Swinging her legs over the side of her bed she made her way over to her chest where all her art utensils lived and took them all out.
I wonder if I could get into my art room. looking over at the clock it read 6:00 am. Everyone would still be tucked up and sleeping.
She'd chance it.
Grabbing a massive sheet of paper and her pencils, chalk, pastels, and all her varities of paint she snuck out of her room and passed her sister's rooms and to the end of the hall where her parents bedroom was. Putting one toe on a floorboard she heard it. Blinking squeaky floorboards! Argh, right concentrate. And carefully watching her footing she got into the art room and locked the door.
Now, she could paint as much as she liked and would not come out even for breakfast.
16:45
"Isolde, come for dinner. Now!" her mum roared through the door while seemingly trying to knock it of its hinges.
"No." Isolde continued with her painting calmly.
"Missy. If you do not open this door right now and you're not down at that table in fifteen minutes then so help Isolde, I will break through and drag you down by your hair and force you to eat!" and with that she heard her mother storming and ranting down the stairs.
Sighing Isolde stood up and found herself extremely stiff. How long had she been kneeling down for? She looked down at her portrait of her once perfect family life before she went to Orchid. Maybe she shouldn't go back.
But then, what about Scott and Jude and Arihant. I can't very well leave without any explanation, I'm not like that. Do I really want to leave? Would it be the best thing for everyone? But I'm so happy there and learning so much each day and what with this war going on wouldn't they need as much help as they can get? Then again, according to Aries, mam and dad nearly split up because of me leaving for Orchid but they don't seem to be getting on much better with me here. Satine would understand, wouldn't she? Ugh, I don't know!
And so her mind battle with herself went on for about a good hour and her mum had sent her dad up to try and persuade her out of the room with no such luck.
So she stayed locked up for another two good hours having an internal debate before remembering she was overdue for her meds and had to come out. As much as she would love to spend all day and night painting she knew she couldn't.
Going downstairs was hard enough without falling down them without uncle making her jump midstep on the last stair.
"Hey there. How've you been my monkey?" Uncle Cameron asked.
"Ah! Blooming heck." Isolde took a deep breath to steady herself and try to get her heart rate back to normal, "Fine. Unless people try to scare me,"
"Haha, yeah sorry bout that." he scratched his head and frowned. What did he want?
"Do you want something?"
"Nope."
She walked into the kitchen and took her butt load of pills and trodded back out into the dining room and went into the living room to lie down. It was still raining.
"When does it ever stop?" she sighed out loud.
"If you're talking about the rain, then never. Isolde, how's the new shcool going?" Cameron sat beside her and waited.
"It's wonderful," she answered enthusiastically.
"They're right," he'd probably meant that go unheard.
"Who is?"
"Nobody."
"Cameron."
"Aye?"
"Are you talking about my parents and sisters?"
"No. Why would you think that?"
"No reason,"
"Fine, I was."
"They were right about what?"
"You being to attatched to this new school of yours,"
Snorting, she turned to face him, "Being to attatched?"
"Aye, and ignoring your family."
"WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING!" she stormed outside the front door and down the steps onto the footpath.
"Becoming to attatched to school?! And what? That's a bad thing? Aren't adults saying children should love school and want to learn?"
She muttered like this for a full hour wandering about before coming back to the house and slamming the door of her art room shut, where she spent her whole night taking her anger and frustation out on the pages.
Thursday 25th- Christmas Day
Christmas.
A tradition to celebrate Jesus Christ's birthday.
Although he wasn't actually born on Christmas, they still celebrated on this because that's how it had always been. For thousands and millions of years. Some people probably though it was wrong to do so and thought it to be disrespectful.
Isolde didn't. They way she looked at it was, that at least they were celebrating his birthday. Yes, it may be a little belated but everyone still did it. She was sure Jesus wouldn't mind.
Staring at the ceiling Isolde let out a long, quiet sigh. She had been awake for about two hours now and had been listening to her CD that was currently in her CD player. Christmas was Isolde's second favourite holiday; her first being Easter.
And like every other normal person, would get excited leading up to and on the actual day. But not this Christmas. This Christmas Isolde was just as she was any other day. Calm, mellow and down to earth.
"....It goes like this to fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift; the baffled king composing Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you. And she tied you to her kitchen chair and she broke your..." she sang along quietly. She loved this song. She liked all the covers but she liked the original Jeff Buckley did the best.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ignored.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ignored again.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ign- "Isolde open up."
Isolde bolted up. It couldn't be..
"Isolde?"
He had gone away. He left years ago.
"Can I come in?"
But it had to be. She would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Isolde? Can I please come in?"
A sigh came from the other side and the turning of the handle escaped her attention. Tears had welled up in her eyes. She turned to face the man who had come and sat on her bed.
"Hey. How are you?" a warm smiled greeted her shocked face.
Isolde stared at the dark brown eyes and the dark hair and the pale- tanned face.
"How'd you get in?" she finally answered him.
"Ok. Not the greeting I was expecting but sure. Your mum let me in."
"Oh."
"Oh? Jeez Isolde. I left to go live in a different country years back because I had to and now I've come back and all I get greeted with is 'Oh'? I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I am."
"Doesn't seem that way."
"Sorry. Give me a couple minutes. You can't expect me to be all hyper. You know it takes me a while when I get surprised..especially with something big."
"Heh, yeah, I know."
Isolde gave a small smile. In truth she was happy to see him but on the other had she was still angry with him. Mark just couldn't expect her to be all ok with him after the way he had told her he was moving.
"Hi Mark. It's good to see you again," she leaned forward and hugged him.
"Still the late riser, I see,"
"Actually, I'm not. I wake up about seven, seven-thirty each morning now. Have been doing so for quite sometime now." she smiled slightly bigger.
"Really? Wow. You've changed."
"As have you."
Tuesday
Isolde was now back in her bedroom and after having an argument with her dad, (which had been their first big one) was expressing all the leftover anger onto a page. This time she was filling up every inch of page she could find with her drawing which she hated to do as she hated cluttered areas.
One reason she was glad to be back home in her very uncluttered bedroom. Her dorm room was so small to her and even though she hardly needed any space at all it bothered her how much stuff her roommates had. One of them had even asked if she could put some of her stuff on Isolde's side and by her nature, Isolde had let her.
A few times she had been tempted to move it all back over to its owners side of the room but she was far to polite for that, besides that was only when she was in an irritable mood, when she was in pain.
"Come in," she answered the continuous rapping of her door.
Aries poke her head around before opening the door fully and commencing to sit on Isolde's bed along with Satine, "Hey sis. Haven't seen your face for a while except for it being in photographs."
"Yeah sissy, we missed you!" Satine beamed at her.
And all her anger faded. How could she be angry or snappy towards the two most wonderful people in the whole world. They were so understanding and always there for her...
"I missed you guys more than you missed me." she continued drawing her picture none the less. Another thing she disliked: leaving things unfinished.
"I somehow doubt that. Isolde, don't go back there, it's no fun with just the two of us and all those games we played and we can't play them without you. We need Jamie back again!" whined Satine.
"Yeah, my baby sis has to leave Orchid and move back here. That or visit a lot more often, otherwise things are going to get a lot worse around h-"
"A lot worse? What do you mean?" lifting her head in alarm her eyes wide, Isolde looked at Aries. When she didn't continue and looked at Satine, Isolde barked at her, "Aries! What do you mean?"
Aries looked straight into her sisters eyes, "Well, when you left, mam and dad started to have little disputes about you going to...to....to-"
"Orchid."
"And dad wanted to bring you back home but mam said you wouldn't be happy and you'd learn to deal with your abilities there and get a beeter fufilled education. They left it at that because of the letters you sent and told them how much you were enjoying it all.
But when Halloween came and you said a few weeks before you'd might come home they got all excited and started to go overboard with the decorations like you used to do but then they got another message telling them you weren't coming. That's when things started to go downhill. Badly and quickly. I've never seen two people fight as much as they have these past two and a half months. And then when you sent the email telling all of us you were coming home for christmas they weren't sure whether you'd cancel on that either and Satine and I even doubted it a little. Then on grannies death anniversary they had a huge row. Made Satine cry, they had yelled at each other and dad got so mad he threw his ring and ma and yelled at her saying he was filing for divorce and slammed the door behind him. Didn't return till three weeks later and never told any of us where he'd been or what he'd been doing," during all this with various pauses so Aries could take a breath Isolde had frozen.
She'd nearly made her parents divorce?
"Anyway, things settled back down into the normal routine. Satine went to school and I went to my lectures, dad to work and mam to the business. Things seemed to be looking up again, with dad buying gifts for mam and all but drowning her in affection. But mam still flinched the littlest bit if dad started to raise his voice. That night had left a permanate mark on her that's for sure. I thought dad had all but forgotten about it but he was even scarred by it.
It's etched on everyone's memory. Isolde, things have been a wreck since you left for that blinking school. I think it would be in our parents best health if you didn't go back again. They can't live theri lives properly if you're gone. If anyone of us left."
Isolde was still frozen. The other two waiting or wanting her to say something about all this but she had nothing to say and didn't know what to say. What could she say? I'm sorry and I won't return.
No.
She was going to go back, regardless.
"And then last Wednesday when we came to collect you from the airport.....Satine and I should be deaf with all the racket that went on that night. Dad had started to rant about you probably coming home for a day or two before taking flight again. Mam said you wouldn't and he argued back with how did she know that? And of course every mother knows her child like the back of their hand. Well, you know how dad can get. Anyway it continued like this the whole way to the airport and when they saw you mam started to cry and dad was impatient and you know dad is never impatient. Anyway, when you walked through the gate dad just about cheered but I poked him to remind him where he was. And well...you know the rest.
But dang it Isolde. You've got to visit more often, I know dad's been planning to go over there and drag you back and put you into an all girls school."
By the time she had explained everything Isolde was being hugged by their little sister. Satine. How could she not have come back for so long?
"Sissy, please come back," the little voice pleaded and echoed in her mind.
And Isolde's frozen ice façade melted and she became herself and smiled while a silent tear slithered down her cheek and she touched her sisters face, "I can't honey, I love you all but I need to stay at Orchid Hill. I've become part of a-" Don't give them excess to worry about. Don't make things worse than you already have.
"What? Become part of whatIsolde?" Satine's voice came to her ears.
Isolde bit her lip before smiling at them both, "Become part of a wonderful place and I've never been to a better or more beautiful place in my life,"
They just stared at her, dumbstruck.
They had heard many a times before that Ireland was and forever would be the most sweetest beautiful place imprinted into her head.
Though a lot of this had to do with her friends there.
"Isolde..." but Aries just shook her head and didn't bother to continue. She was lost for words and she and Isolde and Satine knew it. For once their grown up, older and the brightest out of the whole family who was like a walking dictionary, was speechless.
First time for everything. Isolde stood up and went to sit on her chair in front of her desk.
"Did you two want anything else or just to tell me all of that?" she asked coldly. Satine just stared back and forth between her two older sisters as they glared at each other. They'd never been this cold towards each other, if at all.
"Nope, that's all," Aries finally broke the silence.
"Ok, would you mind leaving me alone for a while please? I want some time to myself." Isolde got up and hugged them both before they left her alone.
And so she continued drawing for about two hours until the rain began to lash down.
Friday
Still the nightmares continued for Isolde and this was making her condition worse and worse. This Fibromylgia was starting to flare up more often since she came home and tonight was one of her worst nights for it.
Having swallowed her usual amount of pills, they did nothing for her. So she tried something which usually helped a great deal. She practiced her Irish Dancing but had no such luck with any type of excersise. And as the pain flared past its normal raging self her fever came along with it and now she was in bed, sweating and panting and in the worst pain of her life.
"For the love of god, please stop!" she groaned into her billow and bit her lip so hard she felt the hot, red liquid dribble from it. What she wouldn't give for some morphine.
She'd never had it but she knew what it would and should feel like if she should ever have it. And what a wonderful thing is should be.
Swinging her legs over the side of her bed she made her way over to her chest where all her art utensils lived and took them all out.
I wonder if I could get into my art room. looking over at the clock it read 6:00 am. Everyone would still be tucked up and sleeping.
She'd chance it.
Grabbing a massive sheet of paper and her pencils, chalk, pastels, and all her varities of paint she snuck out of her room and passed her sister's rooms and to the end of the hall where her parents bedroom was. Putting one toe on a floorboard she heard it. Blinking squeaky floorboards! Argh, right concentrate. And carefully watching her footing she got into the art room and locked the door.
Now, she could paint as much as she liked and would not come out even for breakfast.
16:45
"Isolde, come for dinner. Now!" her mum roared through the door while seemingly trying to knock it of its hinges.
"No." Isolde continued with her painting calmly.
"Missy. If you do not open this door right now and you're not down at that table in fifteen minutes then so help Isolde, I will break through and drag you down by your hair and force you to eat!" and with that she heard her mother storming and ranting down the stairs.
Sighing Isolde stood up and found herself extremely stiff. How long had she been kneeling down for? She looked down at her portrait of her once perfect family life before she went to Orchid. Maybe she shouldn't go back.
But then, what about Scott and Jude and Arihant. I can't very well leave without any explanation, I'm not like that. Do I really want to leave? Would it be the best thing for everyone? But I'm so happy there and learning so much each day and what with this war going on wouldn't they need as much help as they can get? Then again, according to Aries, mam and dad nearly split up because of me leaving for Orchid but they don't seem to be getting on much better with me here. Satine would understand, wouldn't she? Ugh, I don't know!
And so her mind battle with herself went on for about a good hour and her mum had sent her dad up to try and persuade her out of the room with no such luck.
So she stayed locked up for another two good hours having an internal debate before remembering she was overdue for her meds and had to come out. As much as she would love to spend all day and night painting she knew she couldn't.
Going downstairs was hard enough without falling down them without uncle making her jump midstep on the last stair.
"Hey there. How've you been my monkey?" Uncle Cameron asked.
"Ah! Blooming heck." Isolde took a deep breath to steady herself and try to get her heart rate back to normal, "Fine. Unless people try to scare me,"
"Haha, yeah sorry bout that." he scratched his head and frowned. What did he want?
"Do you want something?"
"Nope."
She walked into the kitchen and took her butt load of pills and trodded back out into the dining room and went into the living room to lie down. It was still raining.
"When does it ever stop?" she sighed out loud.
"If you're talking about the rain, then never. Isolde, how's the new shcool going?" Cameron sat beside her and waited.
"It's wonderful," she answered enthusiastically.
"They're right," he'd probably meant that go unheard.
"Who is?"
"Nobody."
"Cameron."
"Aye?"
"Are you talking about my parents and sisters?"
"No. Why would you think that?"
"No reason,"
"Fine, I was."
"They were right about what?"
"You being to attatched to this new school of yours,"
Snorting, she turned to face him, "Being to attatched?"
"Aye, and ignoring your family."
"WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST SUCH A THING!" she stormed outside the front door and down the steps onto the footpath.
"Becoming to attatched to school?! And what? That's a bad thing? Aren't adults saying children should love school and want to learn?"
She muttered like this for a full hour wandering about before coming back to the house and slamming the door of her art room shut, where she spent her whole night taking her anger and frustation out on the pages.
Thursday 25th- Christmas Day
Christmas.
A tradition to celebrate Jesus Christ's birthday.
Although he wasn't actually born on Christmas, they still celebrated on this because that's how it had always been. For thousands and millions of years. Some people probably though it was wrong to do so and thought it to be disrespectful.
Isolde didn't. They way she looked at it was, that at least they were celebrating his birthday. Yes, it may be a little belated but everyone still did it. She was sure Jesus wouldn't mind.
Staring at the ceiling Isolde let out a long, quiet sigh. She had been awake for about two hours now and had been listening to her CD that was currently in her CD player. Christmas was Isolde's second favourite holiday; her first being Easter.
And like every other normal person, would get excited leading up to and on the actual day. But not this Christmas. This Christmas Isolde was just as she was any other day. Calm, mellow and down to earth.
"....It goes like this to fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift; the baffled king composing Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah, Hallejujah.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you. And she tied you to her kitchen chair and she broke your..." she sang along quietly. She loved this song. She liked all the covers but she liked the original Jeff Buckley did the best.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ignored.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ignored again.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ign- "Isolde open up."
Isolde bolted up. It couldn't be..
"Isolde?"
He had gone away. He left years ago.
"Can I come in?"
But it had to be. She would recognize that voice anywhere.
"Isolde? Can I please come in?"
A sigh came from the other side and the turning of the handle escaped her attention. Tears had welled up in her eyes. She turned to face the man who had come and sat on her bed.
"Hey. How are you?" a warm smiled greeted her shocked face.
Isolde stared at the dark brown eyes and the dark hair and the pale- tanned face.
"How'd you get in?" she finally answered him.
"Ok. Not the greeting I was expecting but sure. Your mum let me in."
"Oh."
"Oh? Jeez Isolde. I left to go live in a different country years back because I had to and now I've come back and all I get greeted with is 'Oh'? I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I am."
"Doesn't seem that way."
"Sorry. Give me a couple minutes. You can't expect me to be all hyper. You know it takes me a while when I get surprised..especially with something big."
"Heh, yeah, I know."
Isolde gave a small smile. In truth she was happy to see him but on the other had she was still angry with him. Mark just couldn't expect her to be all ok with him after the way he had told her he was moving.
"Hi Mark. It's good to see you again," she leaned forward and hugged him.
"Still the late riser, I see,"
"Actually, I'm not. I wake up about seven, seven-thirty each morning now. Have been doing so for quite sometime now." she smiled slightly bigger.
"Really? Wow. You've changed."
"As have you."
