31 May 2012
Minutes passed, as Phillip worked frantically worked on Isadora's wound. I faded away in a hazy state of mind, a bystander, the audience, a innocent member of the public. The dramatic scene unfolded before me, a tragedy, known only to me and Phillip. I thought about Eliza, what she was doing whilst her step-daughter lay dying in a forest. I wondered whether you could feel that some one close to you was dying, without actually being there. I felt it. My throat was dry, my face was soaked in tears and I was biting my nails like there was no tomorrow. I sobbed when I realised that there might not be one for Isadora. Phillip continued to paste medicinal herbs on Isadora's chest, panting, eyes wide wide with fear. I sank down to the forest floor, cursing the shooter, feeling as though I was dead too, my emotions confused, swirling in my head. My heart blackened, along with any happiness I had. She wasn't going to make it. I was sure. My best friend. Dead. I turned the word over in my mouth, it tasted bitter, making my taste buds scream. I lay there in the darkness, enveloped in my sadness. In the distance, away from my hazy dreamlike state, I saw a light. Hope. A shout brought me back to the forest. Phillip stood there, a huge grin on his face.
"She's alive!"
My soul literally jumped and danced, and I ran into Phillip's arms. He kissed me. I was so confused but elated at the same time. Phillip was kissing me. Colours and lights swirled around us and I immersed myself in the moment. He smelt like home, I place I knew but couldn't remember. His hands tangled in my red curls and mine held his neck. I heard Isadora stir at the edges of this perfect reality. Now was not the time to be kissing. I broke away, slightly sad it had to end and rushed to Isadora, leaving Phillip standing shocked in the corner. "Iz. Hey... How are you?" I said comfortingly. Isadora blinked drowsily then said in a rough voice;
"Shut up."
Nightshade Part 17 • Opuss № I