Inside my Mind
Part 16
Isabel laid in her hospital bed, looking around at the boring room. She'd been stuck waiting in the rooms before but never did they seem so incredibly non interesting to her. She was basically stuck looking straight up at the plain white ceiling... she remembered when she was younger and would be at the dentists, she'd be in the chair and be in the same position for over an hour while her dentist would work on her teeth. There was always a poster on the ceiling to look at. She'd have to talk to Max about that, they really needed something on the ceiling in here, to distract people from what was going on in their lives at the present time. "Art was really a way to get away from your thoughts, and everything that was going on with the rest of the world." Michael had told her that once. She was truly happy that she'd be around to hear more of Michael's 'views on the world.'
Isabel thought, trying to think of something unimportant, and nonrelivent to her current situation. Otherwise she'd be right back to what she was thinking about ever since everyone had left her to 'sleep'.
They had come in about two hours ago. The happy couples and the new guy. They all told her she looked great... but she knew otherwise. She hadn't been able to see herself yet, she couldn't get out of bed to do so. But the way they all looked at her she knew something had to be wrong. That just wasn't a normal reaction you get from your friends and family after being nearly dead. Then again nothing was normal about what was happening to her... it never is.
This time if was different though. Not only was she 'poor alien Isabel'. Now she was 'poor alien Isabel, getting death threats from your brothers- girlfriends-pshycotic-xboyfriend.' Yeah that wouldn't fit on her name tag. She remarked as she played in her head for the fiftieth time 'the group conference'.
After the doctor had left and the intial shock had worn off. The interrogation started.
"What happened?" Max had asked frantically.
Isabel did her famous death glare before she stated the rather obvious "I was in a car accident."
"No really Einstein." Michael commented taking a seat in the chair next to the bed.
Isabel just rolled her eyes she was used to his cracks by now. But now just wasn't the time for them. Then again that's how Michael always had dealt with pain, hurt, sorrow and all low emotions... he'd plaster up the stone wall and turned on the sarcasm.
She just didn't know how to explain to them what she knows happened. It was Sean... she was sure of that. But they knew that she had never seen him, would they believe her if she told them what she knew.
She wasn't in the mood for over analyzing everything like Max did. "It was Sean." She blurted out, not really how she wanted to bring it up, but it was a honest start to say the least.
"Excuse me!" Liz screeched, Isabel had never seen Sean. How cold she possibly know that it was him.
"Liz I know what you're thinking. I'm not trying to blame this on him just for the hell of it. It was him, I'm sure of it."
"How can you be sure of it! You've never seen him."
"Not before this, no. But I did see him when he did this." Isabel said gesturing towards herself and the damage that the wreck had caused to her.
"Those are some big accusations that you are throwing around." Alex piped in quietly.
"Wait. Who are you?" she asked noticing him there for the first time. Not only was everyone else looking at her like she was crazy... but a stranger was the one to question it!
"That's Alex." Liz said quickly before he had a chance to properly introduce himself. "How can you be so sure that it was in fact him Isabel?" Liz asked starting to pace slightly in the small room, made seemingly smaller by all of its occupants.
"First of all we know that he is in Roswell from the note. Secondly..." Isabel trailed off. She really hadn't had time to gather a presentation on this. "Well who else could it be! He deliberately rammed my car off the road!"
Liz knew she was most likely right who else could it be? Roswell was a small town and Isabel Evans was their small town girl no one hated her, some may have envied her, but she was quit positive that no one wanted her dead. Not to mention the fact that Sean had mentioned in his note that he'd go after her friends first.
After much consideration Liz posed the next question. "What did the man look like that did this?"
Isabel was shocked, was that, did she just. No way, was Liz believing her? "He had... uh... kinda dark blonde, curly, short hair. Mid-twenties I'd say. Dark eyes, sort of scruffy looking." Isabel offered. That was really all she could make out of him. She just prayed that that would be enough to go on for Liz.
Sure it did fit Sean's description. But how could Liz go on that, then again how could she not. She knew walking in here that there was a slight possibility that he could have caused this. Liz just didn't want to deal with the fact in knowing that her being here had hurt Max, Michael, or Isabel. She didn't want to be to blame for that... but it was coming in perfectly clear that she in fact was.
"I know I've been quite through out this... and that I probably shouldn't be butting in now... but that's never stopped me before." Maria announced, then grabbed Liz to stop her from pacing. Holding Liz's shoulder and looking deep into her dark doe eyes "Liz this reeks of Sean. We need to tell the authorities that he is behind this."
"Valenti." Michael said. The one word seemed to ring true to the three of them, but it left Liz, Maria, and Alex baffled.
Michael answered the unspoken question. "He's the local Sheriff ... he helps us from time to time. I'll go make the call." Michael offered standing. "Why don't we leave you to get some sleep huh?" Michael asked Isabel.
"Sure, sure." She replied waving him off.
Following Michael's que they all left her room.
After contemplating whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that she told them how she did, Isabel drifted off to a restless sleep. Finding comfort in her nightly dreams of finding love, getting married and growing old with the perfect man. But in her dreams the perfect man, the father of her perfect children was always face less. There but not there. To be heard from but not fully seen. It depressed her and delighted her all in the same way. Was he unseen because she was still meant to find him... or was it the other way around? Was he unseen because she would never find him? Tonight was different though... the unseen was starting to come into focus.
TBC
Part 16
Isabel laid in her hospital bed, looking around at the boring room. She'd been stuck waiting in the rooms before but never did they seem so incredibly non interesting to her. She was basically stuck looking straight up at the plain white ceiling... she remembered when she was younger and would be at the dentists, she'd be in the chair and be in the same position for over an hour while her dentist would work on her teeth. There was always a poster on the ceiling to look at. She'd have to talk to Max about that, they really needed something on the ceiling in here, to distract people from what was going on in their lives at the present time. "Art was really a way to get away from your thoughts, and everything that was going on with the rest of the world." Michael had told her that once. She was truly happy that she'd be around to hear more of Michael's 'views on the world.'
Isabel thought, trying to think of something unimportant, and nonrelivent to her current situation. Otherwise she'd be right back to what she was thinking about ever since everyone had left her to 'sleep'.
They had come in about two hours ago. The happy couples and the new guy. They all told her she looked great... but she knew otherwise. She hadn't been able to see herself yet, she couldn't get out of bed to do so. But the way they all looked at her she knew something had to be wrong. That just wasn't a normal reaction you get from your friends and family after being nearly dead. Then again nothing was normal about what was happening to her... it never is.
This time if was different though. Not only was she 'poor alien Isabel'. Now she was 'poor alien Isabel, getting death threats from your brothers- girlfriends-pshycotic-xboyfriend.' Yeah that wouldn't fit on her name tag. She remarked as she played in her head for the fiftieth time 'the group conference'.
After the doctor had left and the intial shock had worn off. The interrogation started.
"What happened?" Max had asked frantically.
Isabel did her famous death glare before she stated the rather obvious "I was in a car accident."
"No really Einstein." Michael commented taking a seat in the chair next to the bed.
Isabel just rolled her eyes she was used to his cracks by now. But now just wasn't the time for them. Then again that's how Michael always had dealt with pain, hurt, sorrow and all low emotions... he'd plaster up the stone wall and turned on the sarcasm.
She just didn't know how to explain to them what she knows happened. It was Sean... she was sure of that. But they knew that she had never seen him, would they believe her if she told them what she knew.
She wasn't in the mood for over analyzing everything like Max did. "It was Sean." She blurted out, not really how she wanted to bring it up, but it was a honest start to say the least.
"Excuse me!" Liz screeched, Isabel had never seen Sean. How cold she possibly know that it was him.
"Liz I know what you're thinking. I'm not trying to blame this on him just for the hell of it. It was him, I'm sure of it."
"How can you be sure of it! You've never seen him."
"Not before this, no. But I did see him when he did this." Isabel said gesturing towards herself and the damage that the wreck had caused to her.
"Those are some big accusations that you are throwing around." Alex piped in quietly.
"Wait. Who are you?" she asked noticing him there for the first time. Not only was everyone else looking at her like she was crazy... but a stranger was the one to question it!
"That's Alex." Liz said quickly before he had a chance to properly introduce himself. "How can you be so sure that it was in fact him Isabel?" Liz asked starting to pace slightly in the small room, made seemingly smaller by all of its occupants.
"First of all we know that he is in Roswell from the note. Secondly..." Isabel trailed off. She really hadn't had time to gather a presentation on this. "Well who else could it be! He deliberately rammed my car off the road!"
Liz knew she was most likely right who else could it be? Roswell was a small town and Isabel Evans was their small town girl no one hated her, some may have envied her, but she was quit positive that no one wanted her dead. Not to mention the fact that Sean had mentioned in his note that he'd go after her friends first.
After much consideration Liz posed the next question. "What did the man look like that did this?"
Isabel was shocked, was that, did she just. No way, was Liz believing her? "He had... uh... kinda dark blonde, curly, short hair. Mid-twenties I'd say. Dark eyes, sort of scruffy looking." Isabel offered. That was really all she could make out of him. She just prayed that that would be enough to go on for Liz.
Sure it did fit Sean's description. But how could Liz go on that, then again how could she not. She knew walking in here that there was a slight possibility that he could have caused this. Liz just didn't want to deal with the fact in knowing that her being here had hurt Max, Michael, or Isabel. She didn't want to be to blame for that... but it was coming in perfectly clear that she in fact was.
"I know I've been quite through out this... and that I probably shouldn't be butting in now... but that's never stopped me before." Maria announced, then grabbed Liz to stop her from pacing. Holding Liz's shoulder and looking deep into her dark doe eyes "Liz this reeks of Sean. We need to tell the authorities that he is behind this."
"Valenti." Michael said. The one word seemed to ring true to the three of them, but it left Liz, Maria, and Alex baffled.
Michael answered the unspoken question. "He's the local Sheriff ... he helps us from time to time. I'll go make the call." Michael offered standing. "Why don't we leave you to get some sleep huh?" Michael asked Isabel.
"Sure, sure." She replied waving him off.
Following Michael's que they all left her room.
After contemplating whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that she told them how she did, Isabel drifted off to a restless sleep. Finding comfort in her nightly dreams of finding love, getting married and growing old with the perfect man. But in her dreams the perfect man, the father of her perfect children was always face less. There but not there. To be heard from but not fully seen. It depressed her and delighted her all in the same way. Was he unseen because she was still meant to find him... or was it the other way around? Was he unseen because she would never find him? Tonight was different though... the unseen was starting to come into focus.
TBC
