Isabella put on her sneakers and went about her day as usual. It wasn’t any usual day though, it was the day everything would get turned around for she left at half past 7, instead of half past 9. Everything was in its usual place since she had a routine each and every morning. Something wasn’t right though, and she felt it from the tips of her toes to the cap on her head. It was more like something didn’t feel right. She double checked everything, therefore leaving a little later than usual. She thought to herself, “Everything seems ok,” but in reality everything would go wrong.
Isabella left her house, and she took the train to London to meet her so called prince charming. She knew those fairy tale books were all lies because who could be awaken from amnesia anyways. This character “Sleeping Beauty” could not have existed. So she called this young man, the so called prince charming because if she hadn’t these preconceived thoughts, he would have been her prince charming. On the train, the conductor went around hole punching each of the tickets. Just like a real conductor, he had the outfit to prove such a position, and he came around with his heavy boots almost demanding everything or at least so it seemed. As Isabella sat there, she began to close her eyes, and started to imagine the very thoughts that had been consuming her.
The sheer imagination of Isabella was amazing, she would go on adventures just from closing her eyes, whereas we, regular folks, just see dark and sometimes faint flashes of light. As she closed her eyes, the thoughts made way into pictures which made way into life.
He was sitting across from her and whispered for her to come towards him. Isabella slowly walked forward with a slight grin on her face, but it slowly left as she knew what the conversation would be about. About her. Oh the dreadful topic of Isabella, she never wanted to talk about herself because it tore her up mentally. It felt as if her body was getting thrown up and down- as if she were a play toy of a young child. She disliked this feeling to the very core of her so she tried to avoid her feelings and focused on everyone else’s. Isabella looked up at him, as he confessed every word to her, and although all true, she still hurt deeply inside. He shed a tear and left her to find her words. As we all know such words are so hard to find when you feel as if everything in your body is tightening, like getting squeezed by a firm grip. And these words…
These words…
