In my dark, cold, damp room i woke, my arms bent in weird angles, as though I’d hit the concrete after a fall from a high building. I slowly set up and begin to dress, I pull on my handmade toeless white socks, on top of my black fishnet tights. On top I wore tight black and red corset dress. My long hair put into a half bun, held back by short black veil. My skin unblemished, apart from the mark that set my past. My shocking blue eyes lined by black, vibrant natural red lips stuck in a neutral expression. I walked out of my room and watched, amused at how the others part for my way, terror and caution deep in their eyes.
They were scared of me, and I enjoyed it immensely. As I sat at a table for breakfast the other occupants scattered. I merely sat and read through an old book that I’ve had since I was little; bound in human skin it was my only connection to my family. A note was written on the inside cover, my only link to my past before my past.
You wonder and ponder but answers do not come. It is not time, patience is a virtue. Be patient.
But I did not want to be patient anymore, I thought every time I read the note always on my birthday, only once. I have been patient for 11 years now! How much longer must it be? As I sat, reading the part of the book that was not the note, a shadow Fell over the book, one I knew all too well. “Now, Isadora, are you going to eat breakfast?” Ugh, the counselor, I really must do something to get rid of her. But not now, it was my birthday, and I was trying to read. “You should know by now, counselor, I don’t eat breakfast.” The way I spoke implied my attitude toward the perky woman. “Isa, not eating three round meals a day is not good for a growing girl!” My head slowly turned and I looked at the overenthusiastic woman behind me. Pastaycoo red hair, pastel Peanc lipstick and bright purple eyeshadow, she looked atrocious. Her pencil skirt was a Tweed Brown and her white sweater was fit of a ruffly baby blue blouse. Ugh. It hurt my eyes. All I did was stare at her and raise an eyebrow. She quickly inhaled and said, “Well!”, and walked away, I snickered and returned to my book.