Post by Isolde Moore on Aug 29, 2009 23:10:30 GMT
A week.
Just one week. That was all.
One miserable, unbearable, excruciating, void, forceful, noisy week.
Isolde lay on her back at the bottom of her bed looking up at the sky through her window. She had been lying like that for over two hours now. And she was relaxed as she could be. It hadn’t been noisy. Everyone was away out. It was just her in the house. And yet, the door was still locked and bolted from the inside. It had been like that for nearly five days now.
“Take me back! Take me back!” Isolde hit the back of the seat for what felt the the hundredth time. They were on the road to her house after getting of the ferry. Isolde’s eyes boared into the back of the drivers seat.
“Shut it Isolde. You’re not going back to that school ever again.” Her dad barked.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she turned her head to the window and looked out at the black clouds. She wondered what Scott was doing right now. The look on his face when she had told him...and the tears rolled faster. She gulped and held back the sniffling. She felt horribly guilty for telling him on such short notice. But she hadn’t known until that morning.
“Brendan, don’t you think you’re over-reacting?” her mother’s voice drifted to her ears and she looked at her dad in the mirror , waiting for him to answer her mother.
“No, Caitlin, I don’t. She never told us about the war. We found out about it on the feckin’ news! Don’t tell me you’re not angry with her?!”
“I’m not. I’m upset but not angry.”
“I was going to write to y-“
“Shut up.” Her dad cut across her again. He was about to go on speaking when Isolde interrupted him.
“No. I will not shut up dad. I’m sick of you yelling at me. I’m not a child anymore! I was going to tell you. I was going to send you a letter explaining what had happened. But once again, you find out the wrong way because you’re eyes are never of the freaking television and so you go and over-react. I am not going to take anymore of you’re crap!” Isolde spoke calmly although fiercely.
Her mum looked at her in quiet surprise.
“When we get to the house, you go straight to your room. You do not come out for anything until either your mother or I come and let you out, do you understand?” her dad glared at her but the question was more like an order.
Isolde nodded. She gave up. She was too tired to fight with him anymore. They had been fighting ever since they had left the school grounds. She just hoped that someday she would find a way to see Scott again or a way to return to Orchid.
A light breeze circulated the room from the open window. It was a hot, sunny say for one in Ireland. And even though most people clung to it and usually sunbathed out in their back gardens to get even a slight tan, Isolde couldn’t and even if she could she doubted she would have wanted to. Children were playing noisily outside and the birds were chirping away.
Ever since she had come through the bedroom door, the once bright, cheery, musical room had changed to a dark, dull and silent void. It changed with Isolde. And since she had entered the room she had refused to eat anything and stopped taking her medication and as a result the pain that she had was from hunger and from her Fibromyalgia. Of course some people would think she was stupid, other probably would think extreme and maybe they were right but this was they way Isolde was fighting back against her parents, well her father mostly.
The first three days her mother had come knocking at her door, begging her to come down and eat something and to take her pills but Isolde had screamed at her. On the second day everyone had tried to get her to come out. Her mum and sisters had spoken softly and Aries had tried to use reverse psychology while Satine had tried to make her feel guilty. Her father had nearly knocked the door of it’s hinges because he had been thumping on it so hard and the neighbours had come to the door asking if everything was alright as they had heard a lot of yelling. Again Isolde had told them in a not-so-pleasant of way to leave her alone.
On the third day only her mother and sisters tried again and Isolde ignored them altogether, not answering their pleas. On Tuesday they had tried again with no success.
Isolde had all become a frozen human now. She had not moved around much as the pain had reached a level that it had never before been at and so Isolde wasn’t used to it and was finding it hard to block out. I wish you were here or I was with you. Then I might be able to at least smile or do something. Scott.. Just managing to move she bit her lip and walked out of her room and into her art room. She looked all around the room at some of the unfinished work and scowled. She didn’t have any muse to finish any of it whatsoever but she did have muse to start another drawing but thought against it. It’d just end up being unfinished again.
If only I had some sort of inspiration then I could-
“Isolde!” her mother’s screeching voice ricocheted through the house.
She sighed heavily before shutting her eyes and opening the door, “Yes?”
“Could you come down here for a moment?” Isolde was instantly suspicious.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” And with that Isolde slammed the door so hard it shook the whole frame and wall making several of her pieces crash to the ground. Not only that but now her arm couldn't move it was so painful. She crumpled to the floor and bit her lip hard while squeezing her eyes as tight they could go to stop herself from crying out and the tears from flowing.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Isolde? Can I come in?" a soft voice spoke from the other side of the door.
....no.
"...no." Isolde gasped in reply.
But despite her answer she heard the handle turn, the door opening, somebody entering and the soft click as the door was closed again. Then the familiar shuffle of feet and then last, a cold hand rested upon her right shoulder.
"Isolde? Isolde, what are you doing?" Aries asked in a quiet voice.
Isolde flinched at her touch, the touch was painful,"Nothing. Leave me alone."
"No."
Isolde kept looking down at the floor to the left of her trying to pretend that the hand on her shoulder was Scott's. Scott was in the room with her. He was comforting her. He was taking care of her. Scott was with her.
Scott, I miss you so much.
Sighing, her sister knelt down beside her, "You need to eat. Come on,"
"No."
"Isolde you c-"
"I can, will and am. Leave me alone," Isolde answered in a clipped tone.
"Isolde, you're making yourself ill. You're going to end up in hospital again. You're going the way you did four years ago."
"I don't care,"
Another hand went to her upper left arm. Again Isolde flinched.
"Isolde pl-"
"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me." they didn't move, "Now."
Aries stared at her younger sister, surprised by her tone. Isolde had never spoken like that to anyone. Ever. So it was a surprise that she did so now. Aries slowly removed her hands.
"Isol-"
"Go," and Isolde turned her whole body around (with great effort) so that she was facing the only wall which wasn't covered in any art, away from her older sister.
Aries sighed and Isolde heard her get up, her footsteps crossing the room and the door being opened, "Isolde, you should know that you're making everyone very worried about you. I think you should come down and at least show mum that you're alright..or alright as you can be, before she had a mental breakdown."
"Yeah? Well, they should have thought twice before taking me away from Orchid and my boyfriend. Now they're just going to have to pay the price, whatever it will be," Isolde said coldly.
"What do you mean by 'price'?" Aries voice held concern.
"Whatever it turns out to be,"
And the door shut. Isolde gasped and started to sob her heart out. The pain was so much more intense she didn't think she would survive for much longer. Maybe until dinner time but that was it. She craved for Scott's arms to be wrapped around her, his scottish accent to be soothing her and telling her everything was alright, his lips against hers, his scent surrounding her.
“Isolde,” Scott leaned back to look into her face, “I’m… I’m not going to say goodbye to you anymore. I’ll speak to you everyday, or at least try to, you know me. And as soon as I get the money I’ll come and see you… So really… we don’t need to say goodbye.” and he'd left to go for his jog but had turned back again and said those three words that had made and still did make her heart swell.
"I love you too, Scott. I really, really do." she sniffed and carried on crying. The tears would never stop flowing until she saw him again. Until they held each other. Her tears would keep flowing until then.
"I love you."
Just one week. That was all.
One miserable, unbearable, excruciating, void, forceful, noisy week.
Isolde lay on her back at the bottom of her bed looking up at the sky through her window. She had been lying like that for over two hours now. And she was relaxed as she could be. It hadn’t been noisy. Everyone was away out. It was just her in the house. And yet, the door was still locked and bolted from the inside. It had been like that for nearly five days now.
* * *
“Take me back! Take me back!” Isolde hit the back of the seat for what felt the the hundredth time. They were on the road to her house after getting of the ferry. Isolde’s eyes boared into the back of the drivers seat.
“Shut it Isolde. You’re not going back to that school ever again.” Her dad barked.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and she turned her head to the window and looked out at the black clouds. She wondered what Scott was doing right now. The look on his face when she had told him...and the tears rolled faster. She gulped and held back the sniffling. She felt horribly guilty for telling him on such short notice. But she hadn’t known until that morning.
“Brendan, don’t you think you’re over-reacting?” her mother’s voice drifted to her ears and she looked at her dad in the mirror , waiting for him to answer her mother.
“No, Caitlin, I don’t. She never told us about the war. We found out about it on the feckin’ news! Don’t tell me you’re not angry with her?!”
“I’m not. I’m upset but not angry.”
“I was going to write to y-“
“Shut up.” Her dad cut across her again. He was about to go on speaking when Isolde interrupted him.
“No. I will not shut up dad. I’m sick of you yelling at me. I’m not a child anymore! I was going to tell you. I was going to send you a letter explaining what had happened. But once again, you find out the wrong way because you’re eyes are never of the freaking television and so you go and over-react. I am not going to take anymore of you’re crap!” Isolde spoke calmly although fiercely.
Her mum looked at her in quiet surprise.
“When we get to the house, you go straight to your room. You do not come out for anything until either your mother or I come and let you out, do you understand?” her dad glared at her but the question was more like an order.
Isolde nodded. She gave up. She was too tired to fight with him anymore. They had been fighting ever since they had left the school grounds. She just hoped that someday she would find a way to see Scott again or a way to return to Orchid.
* * *
A light breeze circulated the room from the open window. It was a hot, sunny say for one in Ireland. And even though most people clung to it and usually sunbathed out in their back gardens to get even a slight tan, Isolde couldn’t and even if she could she doubted she would have wanted to. Children were playing noisily outside and the birds were chirping away.
Ever since she had come through the bedroom door, the once bright, cheery, musical room had changed to a dark, dull and silent void. It changed with Isolde. And since she had entered the room she had refused to eat anything and stopped taking her medication and as a result the pain that she had was from hunger and from her Fibromyalgia. Of course some people would think she was stupid, other probably would think extreme and maybe they were right but this was they way Isolde was fighting back against her parents, well her father mostly.
The first three days her mother had come knocking at her door, begging her to come down and eat something and to take her pills but Isolde had screamed at her. On the second day everyone had tried to get her to come out. Her mum and sisters had spoken softly and Aries had tried to use reverse psychology while Satine had tried to make her feel guilty. Her father had nearly knocked the door of it’s hinges because he had been thumping on it so hard and the neighbours had come to the door asking if everything was alright as they had heard a lot of yelling. Again Isolde had told them in a not-so-pleasant of way to leave her alone.
On the third day only her mother and sisters tried again and Isolde ignored them altogether, not answering their pleas. On Tuesday they had tried again with no success.
Isolde had all become a frozen human now. She had not moved around much as the pain had reached a level that it had never before been at and so Isolde wasn’t used to it and was finding it hard to block out. I wish you were here or I was with you. Then I might be able to at least smile or do something. Scott.. Just managing to move she bit her lip and walked out of her room and into her art room. She looked all around the room at some of the unfinished work and scowled. She didn’t have any muse to finish any of it whatsoever but she did have muse to start another drawing but thought against it. It’d just end up being unfinished again.
If only I had some sort of inspiration then I could-
“Isolde!” her mother’s screeching voice ricocheted through the house.
She sighed heavily before shutting her eyes and opening the door, “Yes?”
“Could you come down here for a moment?” Isolde was instantly suspicious.
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” And with that Isolde slammed the door so hard it shook the whole frame and wall making several of her pieces crash to the ground. Not only that but now her arm couldn't move it was so painful. She crumpled to the floor and bit her lip hard while squeezing her eyes as tight they could go to stop herself from crying out and the tears from flowing.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Isolde? Can I come in?" a soft voice spoke from the other side of the door.
....no.
"...no." Isolde gasped in reply.
But despite her answer she heard the handle turn, the door opening, somebody entering and the soft click as the door was closed again. Then the familiar shuffle of feet and then last, a cold hand rested upon her right shoulder.
"Isolde? Isolde, what are you doing?" Aries asked in a quiet voice.
Isolde flinched at her touch, the touch was painful,"Nothing. Leave me alone."
"No."
Isolde kept looking down at the floor to the left of her trying to pretend that the hand on her shoulder was Scott's. Scott was in the room with her. He was comforting her. He was taking care of her. Scott was with her.
Scott, I miss you so much.
Sighing, her sister knelt down beside her, "You need to eat. Come on,"
"No."
"Isolde you c-"
"I can, will and am. Leave me alone," Isolde answered in a clipped tone.
"Isolde, you're making yourself ill. You're going to end up in hospital again. You're going the way you did four years ago."
"I don't care,"
Another hand went to her upper left arm. Again Isolde flinched.
"Isolde pl-"
"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me." they didn't move, "Now."
Aries stared at her younger sister, surprised by her tone. Isolde had never spoken like that to anyone. Ever. So it was a surprise that she did so now. Aries slowly removed her hands.
"Isol-"
"Go," and Isolde turned her whole body around (with great effort) so that she was facing the only wall which wasn't covered in any art, away from her older sister.
Aries sighed and Isolde heard her get up, her footsteps crossing the room and the door being opened, "Isolde, you should know that you're making everyone very worried about you. I think you should come down and at least show mum that you're alright..or alright as you can be, before she had a mental breakdown."
"Yeah? Well, they should have thought twice before taking me away from Orchid and my boyfriend. Now they're just going to have to pay the price, whatever it will be," Isolde said coldly.
"What do you mean by 'price'?" Aries voice held concern.
"Whatever it turns out to be,"
And the door shut. Isolde gasped and started to sob her heart out. The pain was so much more intense she didn't think she would survive for much longer. Maybe until dinner time but that was it. She craved for Scott's arms to be wrapped around her, his scottish accent to be soothing her and telling her everything was alright, his lips against hers, his scent surrounding her.
“Isolde,” Scott leaned back to look into her face, “I’m… I’m not going to say goodbye to you anymore. I’ll speak to you everyday, or at least try to, you know me. And as soon as I get the money I’ll come and see you… So really… we don’t need to say goodbye.” and he'd left to go for his jog but had turned back again and said those three words that had made and still did make her heart swell.
"I love you too, Scott. I really, really do." she sniffed and carried on crying. The tears would never stop flowing until she saw him again. Until they held each other. Her tears would keep flowing until then.
"I love you."
