Hear Forever Whispers

[Spazola]

Chapter one; Into Thin Air

Izzy looked from the strange, dark women in front of her to her mother. “Mommy, what is she talking about?” At this comment, the strange women’s face creased with sadness. “Honey, your mom isin’t here. She died in the car accident, remember?” Izzy shook her head. “No, she’s right here...” Izzy tugged on the bottom of her mother’s shirt, who looked down on her, smiling.
The woman sighed, sympathy staining her eyes. “Okay, Isabella. I’m going to take you to a nice place. You’ll make lots of friends...it will be fun. Like an adventure!” Izzy looked up. “Can my mommy come, too?”
“Sure, sweetie.”
The strange women picked Izzy up, and headed for the door. Her mother did not follow.
Izzy squirmed, trying to escape the woman’s grasp. “No! I don’t want to go!” When Izzy looked back, her mother had disappeared.
“Mommy!”

Izzy sat up, tears filling her large, hazle eyes. The memory had haunted her sleep since that day; it was a part of her, a part that would never fade. Slipping off of her bed, she pulled back the vinle curtain, and changed into her day clothes. After she was fully dressed and her dark brown hair was tied back into a ponytail, she wandered into the caffeteria.
Izzy took a seat at an empty table, rinkling her nose at the half-frozen waffles before her. Hearing footsteps pause nearby, she looked up.
A curly-haired blonde girl stood across from her, watching Izzy as if she was willing her to look up. “Can I help you?” Izzy said finally, when the girl seemed to show no sign of wanting to leave. “I’m Danni.” the girl replied, eyeing the seats cautiously. “None of these seats are....taken, are they?”
Izzy restrained rolling her eyes. “No, they’re not. Have a seat, I guess.” This seemed to please Danni, who sat down the second the words escaped Izzy’s lips. “So, how old are you?” Danni asked conversationally. Izzy paused, thinking for a moment. “I believe I’m thirteen. You?”
“Same.” Danni said, smiling. She picked at her waffles, seeming to force herselft to take a bite.”So, how long have you been here?” Izzy had to think about it. It had been so long, she had stopped counting. “About six or seven years.”
Danni paused, shock covering her face like a mask. “Wow....thats a long time.”
“How about you?”
“A few weeks.”
Izzy smiled slyly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it after a few years.”


Chapter two; Shadows on the Wall

“Izzy....” Chris embraced her, examining her sad face carefully.
“They keep telling me you don’t exist...but its not true! It can’t be...” Izzy let out a quiet sob.
They were behind the vinle curtain that surrounded Izzy’s bed. Everyone else was at dinner, so they had the privacy to discuss the matter at hand.
“Izzy...I’ll always be here. You know I exist, and thats all that matters. I’m your big brother, and I’m never going to abandon you.”
As he said these words, the other four occupants of the room came through the door, chattering about some new boy. “Except for right now.” Chris winked, and Izzy gave him a watery smile. “But I’ll be back....love you, later.” Chris gave her a peck on her forehead, and walked quietly out of the room. When Izzy turned to wave, he was already gone, like he was nothing more than a shadow on the wall.

Izzy put the curtain back in place, avoiding the curious gazes of her room mates. If she kept the curtain back for too long, she knew someone,like a nurse, would grow curious and interrigate her.
Ignoring the other girls in the room, Izzy slipped into her bed, letting the blankets completely consume her. She wished her covers could protect her from everything else, like they did the light and the confused faces of her world.

* * *
“Nice to see you again, Isabella.
Nice indeed,Izzy thought. You’re getting paid good money to just sit here and try to make me talk.
When Izzy remained silent, the man rocked back in his large leather chair, studying her carefuly. “So, what went on this week, Isabella? Did you make any new friends?”
You’ve asked me that every Wednesday for the past seven years. What makes this one any different? Izzy consentrated on the patern of the rug, which she had been told by the man many a time, was imported from Japan.
Izzy glanced at the clock after what seemed to be hours. It had been forty seven minutes and twenty nine second since the doctor had last spoken. She stole a quick glance at him, to see him massaging his temples. “Isabella, are we going to have to go through this ever week? For how long? The rest of your life?”
No, just until I bust out of here.
“You’re going to have to speak to me eventually. You’ve had four different phycologists since you’ve been here. Are you pleased that you have wasted the time and effort of these fine people, so that you could play your little game?”
Hide and seek is a game. This is the silent treatment.
“Isabella, why do you come every week if you’re not going to speak to me?”
Do I have a choice? Because, if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t be here.
Izzy stared the man right in the eyes, refusing her drop her gaze first. The staring contest went on for nearly five minutes, when a tiny bell sounded. “Well, that all our time for today. See you next week.” Though he was supposed to conseal it, Izzy could hear his frustration loud and clear.
Outside, a tall, dark women waited to escort her back to her room. They walked in silence for a moment, then the woman spoke. “You know, Bella, you should try talking to him sometime. Its a good way to get things off of your chest.”
Izzy shook her head. “Jen, I don’t like him. Its that easy.”
Jennifer sighed. “No, Bella, its not that easy. I’m not asking you to be his best friend....just humor him a bit. Who knows? Maybe you’ll realize that you do enjoy talking to him.”
“Why can’t I have you, though?” Izzy whined. At first, Izzy had resented Jennifer for bringing her here. But over time, Jen had taken the role of Izzy’s best friend and most trusted doctor.
Jen gave her a sad smile. “Because, honey, I’m not assigned to you. And if my boss keeps this up, I won’t be.”
They arrived at Izzy’s room, where Izzy embraced Jen with all her strength. “I’ll see you later, sweetie.” Jen said, pulling back. She tucked a lock of hair behind Izzy’s ear. “And just try to take care of yourself, okay?”
Izzy nodded, but said nothing. As Jen walked away, Izzy wandered into her room, making a B line towards the bed next to the window, her own. Wanting to focus on anything, anything to forget the day, she picked up the book laying on the night table, and obsorbed herself into its pages.

[Spazola]

Chapter three; Scars from the past

Izzy walked into the large room. The walls were completely white, and a small circle of chairs presented themselves in the middle of the room. Looking back at Jen, who gave her an encouraging smile, Izzy took a few forced steps to the empty chair, about half way around the circle.
The woman in the center smiled. Her smile was too large for her small face, and fake beyond belief. “Miss Isabella.” That was all she said as Izzy took her seat, keeping her eyes averted from all others.
“Who wants to start us off today? How about you, Amy?” The girl across from Izzy sat up straight, as if eager to share her story. “Yes, ma’am. Erm...what should I talk about first?”
“Well, why are you here?”
Amy looked away for a moment, and when she turned back, her eyes were filled with tears. “I started to cut myself.” She pulled up her sleeve, revealing the tiny knicks around her wrist. At this, Izzy’s temper began to rise. What did this, this GIRL know about cutting?
The women in the center nodded. “Hmmm. And why do you think you do this, Amy?”
Amy gave a hard sniff. “Life is just...so HARD. I mean, this is just how I get it out.”
“Where did you get the idea to do this to yourself, Amy?”
Amy seemed suprised by the question, and sank back slightly in her chair. “A TV show.”
“So, you didn’t think of the idea yourself?”
“No.”
“Could you of possibly done this to mimic your favorite character? Or for...attention?”
“You don’t understand!” Amy said, her voice becoming shrill with panic. She looked around to the group. “None of you do.”
“Okay, Amy. We will discuss this after the meeting. For now, lets move on.” The woman glanced around the room, and Izzy felt her eyes pause on her. Izzy tensed.
“Isabella, how about you? Why are you here?”
Izzy remained silent, now playing with a ripped piece of the chair beneath her. She prayed that, when she ignored the question, the women would move on. She didn’t.
“Isabella, I would appreciate an answer.”
All eyes were on her. Izzy glanced up, trying to look innocent. “Because Jennifer brought me here.”
“Yes, but why did she bring you here?”
“Because she found me.”
The women looked like she was growing slightly impatient, but she continued to smile. “Isabella, why are you being treated?”
“If I knew why I was being treated like a child, I’d tell you.”
The women let out a sigh. “Alright, moving on. Billy, why are you here?

* * *
“We all have to participate in arts and crafts, Isabella.”
“Why?”
“Because, we can’t simply cut you off from the world. Now get in there, and make something!”
“Why?”
The man sighed and gently pushed Izzy into the arts and crafts room, closing the door behind her.
Agitated, Izzy sat down and started cutting a piece of paper into small strips. She glanced around, noticing that all the nurses were busy, and no one was sitting with her. Slowly, she shoved the scissors into her pocket, grabbing another pair and continuing to cut the paper.

* * *
The sharp metal ran over her skin, letting small droplets of red liquid seep out through the small crack in her wrist. It was dark under the covers, but Izzy managed to make a neat row of three lines, all bright red with aggravation.The pain rushed through her, making her eyes water. Her body was telling her brain to stop, warning it of danger, but her mind forced her to keep going. Four lines, five. Izzy cringed, putting the scissors down. Each new wound lay parallel with past scars, showing where this procedure had been preformed before.

[Bobert]

Cool story but, shouldn't you be at school?

[Spazola]

I'm homeschooled.

[Bobert]

Oh. I didn't know that. Sorry.

[Spazola]

Its fine.

My mom likes that I write so much, even when it sucks.

[Bobert]

Its fine.

My mom likes that I write so much, even when it sucks.

Everything i've red from you is good. I think you should get it published. First you'd have to tell me your real name so I could find the book.

[Spazola]

Awww, thanks. *hugs*

*wipes off coodies*

I'll publish it under Spaz.

[Bobert]

Cool.

*Goes to the bookstore to find a book by Spaz*

Oh wait... you have to have it published first.... my bad.

[Bobert]

*wipes off coodies*

*tries to wipe his own cooties off*

AHHHHH! there stuck to me!!

GET EM OFFF GET EM OFF!!!

*runs around like a little girl*

[Ema]

I like. <3

[Spazola]

Chapter four; Dark Energy
As the week passed,Izzy found comfort in knowing the scissors were hidden benieth her pillow, right in her reach. She didn’t need them, for that time, but she never knew when she’d have the urge.
She walked to her session, side by side with Jen. When they reached the door of Mr. Jefferson’s office, Jen turned to her. “Well, see you after the session.” Izzy nodded, and walked through the door.
“Isabella,” the man said in his mock-pleasent voice. “Are we going to acomplish something today?”

I don’t know. Are you going to realize that I’m a hopeless cause?
“Since you refuse to speak,” Mr.Jefferson said after a few minutes, “Then I will tell you about my life.”
He carried on, telling Izzy about the stress it took to get to work today, his sleepless night, the endless red lights. After a half an hour passed, he finished.
“In conclution,” he said, “I have had a hell of a day. Now, I want you to talk to me, so that I may do my job.”
Izzy continued to stare out the window, doing nothing to suggest that she had been listening at all. Mr.Jefferson slammed his hand down on his desk, forcing her to look at him.
“Isabella. I am not a patient man. I am, however, a simple man. All I want is to do my job, and go home after an honest days work. Why are you denying me this?”
Silence followed his question.
“Isabella,” he rose out of his seat, his voice seeming to follow. Izzy noticed what he looked like, full length. He was tall, probably over six feet, and was muscular all over. “I’m not going to sit here and waste my time with you.”
He walked over to the door, locking it and making sure it was securely closed, and pulled down the blinds in front of the doors window.
“There. Are you more comfortable now? No one has to know what you say. You just have to say it.”
Izzy stared at him. Actually, the privacy was starting to make her uncomfortable, but she didn’t dare to mention it.
“Damn it, Isabella!” Mr. Jefferson walked over to her, yanking her out of the chair by her upper arms. He shook her slightly, squeezing her arm painfully hard.
“Would you kindly let go of me, sir?”
A stunned look crossed Mr. Jefferson’s face. He had never heard her speak, not even after sessions.
“Would you kindly let me do my job?”
“If your job is too hard for you,” Izzy said, resisting the doctors grip slightly, “then I suggest you quit.”
The end-of-session bell rang, and Mr. Jefferson let go so quickly Izzy stumbled backwards. Her arms throbbed where he had gripped her, and she knew that she would most likely have bruises the next day.
“You are excused.” Mr. Jefferson muttered, refusing to look at her. Glad for the signal to leave, Izzy rushed out the door without looking back.

[Bobert]

[oki]

yay spaz , love it. you are way to good a writer for your age.

[Ema]

more!!!!

[SivVulk]

yeah how on earth did Spaz develop into such a good writer so fricken fast... I feel like such an amateur now....

what sucks the most is that we have to wait at least 2 months for chapter 5

[Spazola]

Thank you guys so much. You're really sweet.

Here's your reward!

Chapter five; If the piece fits

Izzy picked up her peanut butter and jelly sandwich at lunch that day. Just as she was about to take a bite, a girl stopped in front of her table.
“Hey. Can I sit with you again?”
Izzy sighed, but motioned for Danni to sit down. “I never got your name before...?” When Izzy showed no sign of responding, Danni continued. “Isin’t it Isabella, or Eliza, or something?”
“Izzy.”
“Oh. Okay.”
The two girls ate in silence, Izzy refusing to look up. When she finished her sandwich, Izzy stood up and walked away without a word.

* * *
“Alright, kids! Time for P.E.!”
Izzy followed the rest of the kids out of the math class--if you could call it a class. Slowly, quietly, like an army of zombies, they wandered outside into the fenced in area. If you hadn’t been here before, you’d guess it was a jail; bob-wires covered the tops of the already very tall fences.
“Okay. We’re going to play soccer today.” the man lead them to a small, worn-looking soccer field while continueing to explain how the sport was played. Izzy couldn’t help but smile slightly; she had played the sport many times before.
After the man split the kids into teams, he gave them each a possition on either side of the field. Izzy was full-back, at her request.
“Alright...set...GO!”
Izzy’s team kicked off the ball, sending it only a few feet foward. Izzy moved up, prepared for the ball to come towards her. After a small struggle, the ball came soaring towards her. Izzy drew back her foot, and booted the ball half way across the field, right in front of the goal. One of the girls kicked, and scored a goal.

* * *
It was starting to get dark. Izzy and her mother sat in the center of the empty soccer field, talking about absolutely nothing, and enjoying every minute of it.
“Hey, Mom,” Izzy said, watching the sky turn bluish green as the sun set over the mountains. “Next time you come to visit, bring me something home cooked. The food here sucks.”
Her mother laughed, stroking Izzy’s hair and watching her adoringly. “Your uncle’s coming to visit. I’ll bring him to see you, along with some food, okay?”
Izzy beamed. “Ray’s coming?” She stiffled a childish giggle, unable to remove the large, stupid grin from her face.
In the middle of Izzy’s excitment, voices shouted from not far off. Her heart sank as she saw workers from the mental hospital running towards her.

“I found her!”
“Oh, thank god.” Jen said as she and Mr.Jefferson came bounding towards her. Jen fell down to the ground next to Izzy, pulling her into a tight embrace. “Never, EVER leave the building without telling someone again. Do you understand me? You had me worried sick.”
“You’re not my mother.” Izzy said flatly, turning to see that her mother had left.
Jen sighed, ignoring the comment. “Well, come on, lets go--”
Izzy, against her will, let out a high pitched yelp and Jen pulled on her upper arm. Jen let go immediatly, rolling up Izzy’s sleeves curiously.
“Its nothing.” Izzy muttered as Jen gasped at the dramaticly large bruise on Izzy’s arm. Ignoring Izzy’s small protests, Jen gently wrapped her hand around the bruise, confirming its hand-like shape.
“Where did this come from?” Jen whispered, obviously close to tears.
Izzy kept her head down, but let her eyes steal a glance at Mr.Jefferson, who was starring at her coldly.
“Noone.” Izzy said, and Mr. Jefferson gave an approving nod.

[Bobert]

[Spazola]

Chapter six; Reliving Memories

Izzy hadn’t always lived at the Rainbow’s End, Mental Institution. Once, when Izzy was nine, Jen had taken her home, and filed to become Izzy’s foster mother. It lasted ten months.
Shortly after her tenth birthday, Izzy had located a bottle of medicine, a muscle relanxent, which Jen was perscribed to. After digesting twelve of them, Izzy was rushed to the hospital. Shortly apon ariving, she began to call for her brother, who Izzy had sworn seeing in the waiting room.
The next morning, Izzy was told that all the medicine had been pumped from her stomach, and she would be fine. Then and there, Izzy had started crying, asking the doctors again and again why they were doing this to her.
To this day, Izzy longed for the chance to do it right. To take five more pills than before, so her broken heart could finally stop beating...before anyone could ruin The Plan.

* * * *
“Luke...hey, LUKE!” Izzy ran foward, grabbing a tall, dark-haired boy’s arm. The boy turned, seeming surprised to see Izzy there. “Oh, hey, Iz. What’s up?”
Izzy shoved a box of dark chocolates, Luke’s favorite, into his arms. “You’re seventeen now, thats what’s up!”
Luke looked up, apparently thinking. “Oh, thats right, that is today. Thanks, Iz.” He gave her a small peck on the top of her head. Izzy beamed, clearly pleased with herself.

Sorry, I know its not much. I'll have more soon, promise.

[Bobert]

I like it. If only I was aws talented at writing music as you wrtinig boks.