[ graphic depictions of violence and death !¡]
FOSTER CHILD | ACT TWO
scene twenty-four: a trip down memory lane
"ISABELLA...Isabella." a faint whisper echoed inside Isla's head.
Isla furrowed her eyebrows at the sound of the voice. It was so familiar, she couldn't pinpoint the voice of the owner no matter how hard she tried.
"Wake up my little gem."
She squirmed around, he eyes fluttering as they opened. She was in a room, one that she did not recognise. The walls were painted light pink, almost white. Hidden spirals were embedded in a mural of a forest that stretched across the room.
The only thing she recognised was her mother's face, a face that she had almost forgotten. She teared up at the sight of her, she really was with her mom.
Her mother cooed, pinching at her little cheeks. "There there, it was just a dream. No one's going to hurt you."
She calmed down considerably, taking in the sight of her mother's face once more. Everyone was right, she did look like her mom. Her mother smiled down at her, the corners of his eyes crinkling as they so often did.
Her dress flowed after her as she stood up. She walked over to the bookshelf that had butterflies painted onto it. Her fingers grazed along with the collection of her colour coded books.
"How about The Gruffalo?" She asked, crinkling her nose as she picked up the dusty book.
Isla nodded, wriggling around as she sat up in her seat. Her mother plopped down beside her, excitedly waving a book around. watched her mother as she flicked through the first few pages. She smiled at her as she began to read the book.
"A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood." Her voice was as soft as velvet. "A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good."
She changed her tone to a more nasally one that made Isla giggle. "Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house." She clawed on Isla's stomach, jiggling it up and down which caused the young girl to laugh even more. "You read the next lines okay?"
Isla looked down at the book, however, the book was blurry making it hard to view anything on the page. She blinked a few times, trying to focus them but the more she blinked the more out of focus it got.
"Come on focus darling."
Isla shook her head, narrowing her eyes. The story slowly but surely came into focus but held completely different depictions than she had remembered. Instead of a beautiful forest and a fox with a little mouse, the book had illustrations of an intricate spiral on one page and a car crash on the other.
Her eyes fixated on the word died as it was the only word on both pages. Her eyes trailed downwards and underneath written in faintly in pencil was November 8th 2007.
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FOSTER CHILD | PETER PARKER
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