Good byes
Bodies swarmed past me, ignoring me like I was a piece of the furniture. Time skipped past me, as everyone organised our new living arrangements. They were all like drones, following orders, synchronizing plans. I perched myself on my childhood chair, while everything was being torn away from me. My single bed, pulled apart, was the first thing to go.
I felt tears prickle my cheeks as the ran softly following the creases on my cheeks. They dropped, one at a time, on the wooden floor below me. Goodbye to my old life.
"Isabella, would you please get out the way, there trying to do there job." My mother called to me. That's all life was, a job. Everything was a 'job'. I nodded towards her, and let my hand skim the remains of my childhood.
I followed my mother through the landing, and down the long windy stairs. Her head was held high, like a proper women. How could of she changed so easily? How could she pretend that nothing had changed?
"Mother, where shall I stay tonight?" I asked, hoping her answer wouldn't be at his. I crossed my fingers behind my back, hiding them from anyone's view.
"Your newly wedded husband." I let a long needed breath out, and accepted it. But inside I was being torn apart. One memory at a time.
First Night.
I through the black tinted windows of my fathers car to find, a large cream house, with small windows, it was perfect. But a little too big for such a small family. I knew that this house was a newly made, and Edward bought it on the market, something that the government controlled. He was very lucky, I knew that his father was a very important doctor. One that was rated high in this world. He followed the governments rules, like an obedient hound. It made me sick.
My dad opened the back car doors for me, and held out his hand for me. I grabbed it, holding down my long cream and blue dress from getting too high. It was seen as discussing, and deviant to have any clothing above the knee. I remember hearing about strip clubs, where women would wear near to nothing. It was something greedy men would go to, for fun.
"Isabella, welcome to our new home." I heard a familiar voice say, coming from the side of the car. I notices his clothes first. He was wearing a white shirt, with black trousers, with a long white coat. I remember my dad telling me that he's just qualified to be a doctor. He was 25 years old. 5 years older than myself. That meant he had the chance to see the worlds true colours shine before the shadow came along and squashed everyone's hopes of freedom.
I remember learning about Martin Luther King. How he fought for the right of freedom, and equality. How he stood up and persuaded other men to follow in his footsteps. ' I had a dream'. Sometimes I dream, about having the right to choose a career for me, having a happy family, chosen by me. I had a dream that everyone could stand next to each other, and hold hands, to be given the freedom together. Have the choice together.
"Thank you" I replied, smiling at the house, rather than himself. I looked at all the small details.
"Do you like the house?" He asked, taking my hand in his, before taking a step with me to the door. The door alone was beautiful. It was painted white, with a golden door handle. I wondered the beauty of the inside.
Edward reached out, and placed his large key in the lock, twisting it slowly. As it clicked, I felt a world of unknown.