After her parents were ruthlessly murdered in front of her, Izalea Matthews is deeply affected by her past that forever haunts her in her dreams. It becomes her aim to stop being afraid of the world and find out what happened to them. Whilst she sea...
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A million thoughts passed through my head, on the return back home to Anna. Being away from her felt as though my heart was being ripped in two. She was the one thing that was the closest to being family to me, and to not have her with me slowly numbed me from within. Dependent on Anna, was never a choice for me to make. I had always fought the idea of it, knowing that it would never last. It never did.
It was strange if I were to be honest. It wasn't like Anna to be away from me for more than two days. Mostly because she refused to be away from me, for she had always wanted to stay and look after me, even when she needn't to.
Something didn't sit right. It was as though she was hiding, keeping something from me. Ever since her life-long secret had been exposed, I could sense that there has always been something else, low-lying under the surface. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but I was now somehow able to detect when she was lying. Everything that I never saw before, had suddenly all become as clear as day.
Anna Cooper was secretive and mysterious. It was frightening of how much she had resembled myself. Her outside cover was to be kind and selfless, the type of woman everyone thought and knew she was. Yet it was foolish to think that under it all, that there may not be something dark and evil. After all, it was the deception of those being the closest and kindest, that could inflict the worst of wounds.
Opening the door, I was instantly hit with the fumes of hot tea, fulfilling my nose. Green tea had always been her favourite, I had never seen her drink anything else. Her recognisable golden hair swayed from her swift movements as she moved across the kitchen with grace. Nothing about her wasn't perfect. She was a handmade gift from God, and nothing she could do would ever be punishable.
When her dazzling eyes met mine, her face lit up with surprise and happiness. This was always a common reaction she had whenever she saw me. The unusual gut feeling of pride rose up inside me every time, that I was the cause of it.
"Izzy, you're here!" Nothing could have prepared me for the force that Anna impacted me with. It was all a blur, when she knocked us both over onto the ground. Both of us lying there, out of breath and in shock, before the burst of giggles left our lips. The capture of this moment was the summary of us. Anything Anna did was full of energy and pureness, and when those emotions collided with me, a mess was created. A mess that was unpredictable, but held a form of clarity, peace and love.
It was then when I was aware of the feelings that I once thought was unwanted, became a necessity for me. It was inhumane to bury everything deep, and pretend as though I was indestructible. A suicide I had built myself, so that I would live a life that never felt as though it was worth living. Though I found that it did not need to be that way, and that it was only pointless in the end. If barriers could be made, they could also be broken. If towers could be built, they could always be knocked down. The fabric of life itself could be soft, but there would always be a way for it to be torn.
