Beasty | First Draft Sample

17

It was one of those days. One of those days when the skies seem bleak and dark, and yet with every slow lingering breeze a brown, almost golden leaf fell to the patient hands of the ground. The green welcoming the brown. 

It was one of those days where it seemed like the weather matched my emotions.

I looked up at the grey sky and let out a slow sigh as the first signs of rain began dropping down on me. Slowly, then gradually thundering down furiously. Brown leaves still twirled down, spiralling to the damp grass.

Letting out another slow sigh I slowly got off of Prue's back porch's floor and turned towards the door. Inhaling the smell of rain for a final time before hesitantly heading into the house and closing the door behind me.

Last night had not been the best of nights. Dominic had not been the nicest and I could still not come to terms with Isabelle looking exactly like Emily. It was strange, but I could understand both of them, Dominic was clearly confused, and Isabelle was hurt. So very hurt.

The lock to her room had stayed locked all night, all the attempts of asking her to come out, or to let Abigail or I in, stayed ignored. I could empathise with her though. It wasn't easy finding out you had a soulmate who would always view you as a reflection of someone else. Someone else who... clearly meant something to him.

Looking at the wooden door in front of me I hesitated for a second before bringing my hand up, I grabbed hold of the door knob and turned it. Halfway praying it would be unlocked, halfway dreading it wouldn't.

The click of the lock give away drifted to my ears and a breath of relief slipped out from between my teeth as I pushed the door open and stepped in, taking the whole room in.

Everything seemed quiet. Too quiet. The wrenching beat of my heart suddenly began plaguing my mind.

What if she's done something?

Cringing from the thought I quickly shut my Jiminy away and took a long stride into the room.

"Issy?"

Quietly siting on the bed, I noticed her packed and sealed suitcase, on the bed, beside her.

"Hey Liv," she smiled, a slow sad smile I had come to know ever since we had become friends. Smiling a little brighter she pat on the bed, beside her. "Come sit."

"You're leaving?"

We both knew it wasn't a question. She knew it. I knew it. And by the way I knew her, I knew she had already booked her tickets. She was ready to go.

"Yes, I'm leaving," she admitted, nodding as she pat her suitcase.

"You don't have to," I frowned, moving to sit beside her now.

"I know," she nodded, then sighed and put her hand over mine. "I'm moving out, out of the house. I'm done living as someone's shadow. It's time I stand up for myself."

I sat speechless.

How could I tell a girl not to go, to give Dominic and her bond a chance when Dominic couldn't see her as anything but a shadow of Emily. How could I tell a girl who was my best friend, to stay, when I had encouraged her against ever being someone else's shadow all throughout our childhood. I couldn't.

I knew both Dominic and Isabelle were hurting. To find one's soul mate, no matter how lightly some people took it, was still an incredibly pure thing, an important thing. But they were both broken. And to be able to breathe together, they had to heal themselves first.