Melilia:
I lay there on the bed, paralyzed by terror, as I was forced to view the horrific visions of this home's chilling past. I was unable to think for myself through them and I felt compeletly helpless for the time they permeated and invaded me. I couldn't believe the misfortune that lie before me and my heart ached for sweet Isabella.
After some time of lying there as though I'd been raped, I rose a bit with my arm under me for support, and began to see clearly again. I could smell the lingering, metallic smell of blood, and I began to feel dizzy and nauseated. I quickly fled my room, down into the garden, where I sat just outside the door attempting to freshen my olfactory glands. I thought deeply about Isabella. I wanted to hold her and love her, and let her know that it wasn't her fault, and that her innocence was taken from her cruelly by no fault of her own. But how do I prove this to her? She was trapped by her own self loathing, but what keeps her here is her unwillingness to remember, and face her pain and her displaced guilt. I felt more helpless than ever now, and now, having the answers I sought only provides more questions than ravage my mind.
I lay there on the bed, paralyzed by terror, as I was forced to view the horrific visions of this home's chilling past. I was unable to think for myself through them and I felt compeletly helpless for the time they permeated and invaded me. I couldn't believe the misfortune that lie before me and my heart ached for sweet Isabella.
After some time of lying there as though I'd been raped, I rose a bit with my arm under me for support, and began to see clearly again. I could smell the lingering, metallic smell of blood, and I began to feel dizzy and nauseated. I quickly fled my room, down into the garden, where I sat just outside the door attempting to freshen my olfactory glands. I thought deeply about Isabella. I wanted to hold her and love her, and let her know that it wasn't her fault, and that her innocence was taken from her cruelly by no fault of her own. But how do I prove this to her? She was trapped by her own self loathing, but what keeps her here is her unwillingness to remember, and face her pain and her displaced guilt. I felt more helpless than ever now, and now, having the answers I sought only provides more questions than ravage my mind.