Solace Survivor

Chapter 8

Sunday, May 15th - 9:20PM. - Home

Isabella's POV

My dearest, DEAREST journal,

Let's just say that I have a big decision here, as my hair is almost dripping on my bed because I didn't pat it down... Or that prom is tomorrow.. Or that someone that I known since freshman year asked me to PROM. YEAH.. PROM. I don't know if he had a thing for me since then or he doesn't have a date or we're gonna go as friends... I DON'T KNOW AHH-

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when a speckle of water falls on my writing hand, almost hitting the paper. Well this is my fault for not patting down my hair when I got out of the shower.. I put my journal aside to not literally give my journal a rain shower. I reach over my bed with a lazy hand as I grab the towel that was supposed to be for my hair, as I begin patting it down with ease. Mom always says don't literally rub your hair or it'll make it frizzy, just pat it with ease. Alex always wondered why my hair is never frizzy and I told her-

'A Magician never reveals her secrets'.

Let's just say she didn't like that answer and she called me dumb for it. This little conversation makes me smile, I know she's been gone about 6 hours now but damn I do miss her already. Lost in thought I put down- throw my damp towel on the floor next to hamper by my dresser. I look outside to the beautiful night on my bed. The moon is not full but it's pretty bright along with the stars twinkling in the sky. This feeling makes me relax as I turn off my lamp on the nightstand. I get up to go sit at my desk that's infront of the window to stargaze- sorta. With the lamp off, the window shadow's itself on my floor from the moon. Part of that light is hitting my shoulder as I close my eyes to feel the moon's warmth.

I asked Alex one time if she ever just closed her eyes and felt the moon's 'warmth' before and she said that she doesn't close her eyes she just gazes at the moon, which made me smile. She also said she's never felt the moon's 'warmth' before and she said that's all in my head. To be honest, this is a whole ass vibe to be relaxing instead of getting my blood pressure up. To be honest, isn't really healthy.. now I sound like my mother... In my own thoughts. I open my eyes a little annoyed by this thought.. well that just ruined.. whatever I was doing.

I look at my desk clock to see that it's 9:30pm, damn already? Prom is tomorrow and for once, I have a date which was unexpected. This thought makes my heart start to pound as I raise my hand to run it through my hair. With one hand in my hair, I hear a thump coming from my bed making me jump. The hell was that..? This makes me get up from my desk to slowly move towards my bed, with caution. Everything looks fine.. besides the wrinkled comforter.

I bend down to look under my bed to see what that sound was.. there's nothing unusual here except a couple storage containers. I stand back up as I take a step back, I feel something slightly cold hit the back of my heel. This makes me hurry up and turn on my nightstand lamp. And what I see spikes my curiosity, my pen to my journal is on the floor.. I pick it up with curiosity as I inspect it to make sure it wasn't damaged.

"I know for a fact I didn't leave you on the floor.." I say out loud as I put it back on my bed. Now where's my journal..? I definitely left my pen on my journal so that couldn't have went far... And once again, Sherlock Holmes would be disappointed...

I take a good look around my room to spot my journal, face down infront of my mirror, how'd that end up way over there..? I slowly walk to my stand up mirror with curiosity as I bend down to pick up my very cold journal.. damn mom needs to turn up the heat because I'm starting to get cold as well.. I turn it over with furrowed eyebrows as my heart begins to slowly pound in my chest.... Who wrote this..? All in dark what looks looks like pen it says: