SIZZY (Save Me From The Darkness I Venture Within My Own Mind)

"You're all my angels."

Magnus looked over to her desk, and saw a jar filled with pens. With simple twist of the hand, the jar disappeared, and appeared back in Magnus's hand. He carefully grabbed one, and handed the jar back to Isabelle.

Magnus started to write. What was a happy feeling to write about? I got it! He thought.

Isabelle stated as Magnus wrote. When he was done, he simply set the open journal on the coffee table before them.

"Watch." Magnus told Isabelle.

Isabelle gazed at the pages. Then a spark appeared. What seemed as a pink spark appeared, and many of them, started to shoot out of the pages, until they exploded in the air. Just like fireworks. She thought.

And as the remains of the fireworks fell, the room seemed to change. What seemed eerily darkened, was now... Bright.

It seemed as though it were not a bedroom anymore. What was walls, now looked like the view of a meadow. It was night time. What was the fireplace, was now a small fire pit, and the ceiling, was now a night sky. Full of stars.

When Isabelle finally looked down, she found that Magnus hadn't looked the same either. He was now wearing a bright yellow tuxedo. Isabelle then looked down to herself, and found that she was not in her pajamas anymore either. She was wearing a short yellow sun dress.

"Oh Magnus. This is beautiful!" Isabelle gasped. Magnus simply gestured for her to wait. As if anything could be more perfect than this. But as always, Magnus was right.

At just that moment, the sky lit up, and it was bright. The warm sun rays beating down on them. a cloudless sky. And a flood of white butterflies came down to fly around Isabelle and Magnus.

One landed precisely on Isabelle's nose, and Isabelle giggled as its flapping wings tickled her cheeks.

Then they flew away, and a figure appeared, which seemed to shock Isabelle. Coming from the meadow was a little boy. Of about five or six years old. He was slender, and had deep brown eyes. He wore glasses, and had curly brown hair. He came running towards Isabelle, and jumped into her arms.

"I missed you mommy." The boy said happily. Isabelle looked shocked.

Then more people appeared on the horizon of the meadow. A tall man with glasses. It was Simon! And he was holding the hand of a young girl. The girl looked about thirteen. Isabelle thought. She had long brown hair, and wore hunting gear. And in his other arm, was a baby. Wrapped in a small pink blanket. They ran towards her and Magnus, just as the boy let go, and sat next to Isabelle.

"Magnus?" Isabelle asked.

"Don't ask. I'll explain after, just enjoy this. I promise, this isn't like your dreams." Then he paused.

"So. What are their names?"

"What?" Isabelle asked.

"This is your dream. The route of your deepest thoughts and wishes. A possible course that could be your future. You decide, then live it. Enjoy. You can see me, but they can't, so do as you please." Magnus replied.

Suddenly a tear leaked down Isabelle's cheek, and landed in the boys hair.

"Why are you crying mommy?" The boy asked.

"Because I'm happy. I'm so happy. I love you Max." Isabelle said as she hugged the boy once more. Then Simon and the children had caught up.

"Mama mama! Daddy took us to go see Uncle Jace and Aunt Clary!" The girl said.

"Did he now?" Isabelle asked. A smile upon her face. She looked up at Simon, and never thought that she could love him more.

"They wanted to see Amatis. She's pretty strong at thirteen years old. All the kids pummeled me. I didn't have a chance." Simon replied, still cradling the infant in his arms, and laughing.

"Is this true Abigail?" Isabelle asked her daughter. A huge smile played out over Abigail's face as though she were about to laugh immensely.

Isabelle got up, and went to her daughter. It was obvious her daughter had been trying to hide something. Then Isabelle continued to talk happily.

"Come on. You know you wanna tell me." Suddenly Isabelle pulled Abigail down, and they rolled around on the ground as Isabelle tickled her daughter. Abigail laughed with such joy.

"Please! Please stop!" Abigail giggled.

"Okay! I'll tell you. Daddy played video games with Uncle Jace the entire time." She continued to giggle.

"Thanks for ratting me out."

Simon smiled that smile that could only make Isabelle happier. And it did. Suddenly, Isabelle's eyes locked on the infant.

"You wanna hold her?" Isabelle nodded, and then stood up next to Simon.

He handed her the infant as if it was his most prized possession. She was so delicate, and so light in her arms. Everything just seemed unimaginable.

The baby girl was pale. With small dark hairs growing on the top of her head.

"How old is she now?" Simon only chuckled.

He then stepped closer to Isabelle and put one arm around her waist, and used his other arm to gently pull back the blanket to reveal the full face of the child.

"About a month." Then he started to cry, and continued.

"She looks just like her mother. Just the way I love them." Simon said.

Then he leaned in to kiss Isabelle. It was perfect. It was all perfect.

"I just hope number four looks just the same." Simon said, as he lowered his hand until it rested on her stomach. She was pregnant!

Isabelle lowered her free hand until their fingers intertwined, and laid their hands on her stomach. Where she looked about eight months pregnant, and waited for the patter of kicking feet.

"I love you so much." Simon said. Tears welling up in his eyes. Then Isabelle spoke.

"I love you more." She said with a grin. Simon laughed.

"Not possible." And then he kissed her once more, like he'd never have enough kisses, or enough moments with her. Then Isabelle pulled away, fearful of crushing the baby in between the two.

"So. What should we name number three?" Simon asked.

Only one name could come to mind for this child.

"Angel. Because she's our little angel." Isabelle said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What about us?" Max and Abigail asked. Then they got up from the meadow grass, and huddled themselves around their parents.

"You're all my angels. You're my family, and I love you all so much." Isabelle spoke softly, as the butterflies returned.

They swarmed around them like a tornado, and the next thing Isabelle saw, was that she was back in her bedroom. Sitting on the leather couch with Magnus in front of the fireplace. Tears swarmed in her eyes, but these were happy tears.

What do U guys think?! I absolutely LOVED writing this. After I finished I kept on finding myself going back and reading this over. I need suggestons for the future, so PLEASE comment! Thanx 4 reading my most recently published chapter! 😏😇😍😜😘😃👫💛💙💜💚❤