Isabelle

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Like in the beginning, there's also not very much to begin with, in the beginning of the actual beginning. Even I, the author, can't really say if it's an actual beginning.

To start, Isabelle was just a kid. A six year old, just being a six year old. Happy, cheerful. The such. Running around the front yard unguarded can sometimes be harmful. But that's another story for later... Or now. Or maybe, that IS the backstory. We'll see.

So, it was a sunny day someday in spring. Nothing new. Isabelle, the six year old, was all jolly. Skipping around the front yard. Running, jumping. Smiling, laughing. Picking flowers from the grass. Throwing an air inflated ball around. She didn't have any friends, so she played alone. Why doesn't she have friends? People see her as a runt. Even before anything happened. So her being seen as a runt was nothing new.

Her dad was away to look for a job. Her mom didn't really care much about Isabelle. Her mom only gives Isabelle the food, water, and shelter she needs. Otherwise, she wouldn't really care, or even notice if Isabelle was to suddenly disappear one day. Thus, her mother was not watching Isabelle. Her dad was almost the same, just he showed a bit more care.

It was a lovely bright day, no one would miss the chance to go outside to take a stroll, or simply for the joy of the aesthetic the outside gives. People walked by. Isabelle ignores them and continues playing, though. They're just people trying to make the most of this gorgeous day.

Yet, there was a witch trying to make the most.

"I don't remember anything," Isabelle said, after being asked what happened by the nurse in a clinic. "All I remember was me running around having fun. Nothing before or after. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"What's your name?"

Her name. No names rang in her mind. It left blank. "I.. don't know." She tried to remember hard. "All I remember is me running around h—"

"Okay. Do you recognize any of us?"

Isabelle looks around the room. The room. She was in a small clinic room. She was on the stretcher. There were several faces in the room. There's the nurse, that man. That woman taking notes, that little girl. None of them seemed familiar. Isabelle shook her head no. That woman taking notes jotted some notes on her clipboard.

The nurse gave the woman taking notes a nervous glance. "I'm sorry. I'm Mrs. Vee and," Ms. Vee pointed at the woman taking notes, "that's my spouse, Mx. Anti. We'll be helping you find your family and all that, alright?"

Isabelle nodded her head. She felt weird. Like, with her body. She didn't feel like a six year old. Actually, she was having mature thoughts in her head. Her body felt bigger. She looked at her body. Holy— she thought. She had the body of a thirteen or fifteen year old, or around those ages. Long legs, long arms. She felt her face. Her facial features were matured. Breasts. There was no way. Wasn't Isabelle just six years old, a couple minutes ago?

She gulped. She couldn't trust these people— the ones around her. Who knows what evil spell they might've cast on her. Mrs. Vee checks up on Isabelle, checking heartbeat. Pulse. All that stuff. Everything seemed normal, physical health wise. Mental health wise? Maybe. Maybe not. Let's talk about that.

Isabelle didn't feel any emotions but pure confusion and shock. Since she lost her memories, she obviously haven't an idea what her emotions were like when she was six. But once again, she has only been up for about five minutes. Not much is known, yet.

Let's be real here, though. Isabelle wasn't awoken long enough to be able to tell her own state of mind. All we know is that she's confused, shocked... Like you've thought you nailed your math test, only to get an F.

That was a horrible metaphor. But, we do know that she's confused and in a haze. We've established that as a FACT.

Confusion makes some people anxious. Isabelle is one of those 'some people.' Even I am one of those. The reason it makes some people anxious is because it makes one desperate for an answer. For their confusion to end. At least, from my experience.

So Isabelle began fidgeting with her blanket. Tapping on the desk next to her. Trying to stop the anxiety, you know? If you haven't an experience with anxiety, you most likely won't know.

The lovely couple were examining on her. Jotting notes, checking her eyes, nose, ears, and other holes. Other holes no one wants to think about.

"It seems like you're in a good physical condition." Mrs. Vee said. But was she? Isabelle doesn't know these people. Thus there's no trust, and thus no reason to believe them. Who knows what evil plan they're up to.

"I don't know." Isabelle unnecessarily slipped out, unsure why.

Mx. Anti walked out of the room, leaving their clipboard with Mrs. Vee. "Oh, by the way, you can just call me Vee and Mx. Anti Anti." Vee said, smiling at me. Isabelle wears a faint smile, like on the Mona Lisa, and nod. "Anti's just going to check something. Nothing big."

Anti busts in the door. "So um, where we gonna keep the kid?" they asked Vee. "Maybe with Alex?" they suggested. I don't know an Alex, whatsoever, Isabelle thought. But again, I don't know anyone.

"Maybe, I'll call him to see if he's interested." Vee said, whipping out her phone. Isabelle watched as her fingers press buttons on the phone. And watched— or heard— as it rang. "Oh yeah Alex! So we have a patient here. We don't know where to keep her. She's in great condition and all. We don't know her parents, or anything really. We were wondering if you wanted to keep her at your place until her parents are revealed?" There was a short silence. "Great! Meet me here." Another pause. "Her name? We don't know. Oh. Okay. Got it." Vee hung up with a faintly worried face expression. Isabelle starts to sweat.

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