posted on Jan, 20 2012 @ 01:02 AM
K this is for a project in Psych class. Never mind what it is about. I was hoping for some people to read this and decipher its meaning. I know I am
not the world's greatest writer, but I was trying to lead you to think one thing, and then have the story end in a way to make you think another
thing. Feedback, criticism welcome and eagerly awaited.
Sonya reached for Isabella. Isabella was far away, and the attempts by Sonya to grab Isabella were futile. Isabella knew this, but Sonya did not.
Isabella glanced over at Sonya in frustrated angst, trying to wane Sonya’s pathetic cry for attention. Sonya halted her imperfect grasp, and became
indulged in Isabella’s eyes. She sensed the negative emotions brimming from the mien of Isabella, yet she could not fathom why. Soon, Sonya began to
take the form of Isabella, mimicking her depression while flaunting her own tears. When Isabella saw this, she smiled. Her created friend could share
in her misery and was smug despite her own empathy for Sonya.
As Sonya began to mature, Isabella refused to. Isabella wanted her friend to be just like her and did not mind waiting for Sonya to develop. Sonya
felt a mutual interest in Isabella, and retained mental respect for her. Though Isabella had a poisoned mind and a rigid life at home that she pushed
onto Sonya, Sonya still managed to find admiration in her. It never clearly demonstrated in her actions, but Sonja kept mental conversations with
Isabella in check. In fact, Isabella was the only one to ever make conversation with her. Isabella was an artist for Sonya. Everything she said became
a portrait in Sonya’s mind, loosely hanging by the rusty nails of her sanity. Isabella resultantly manipulated every action Sonya knew how to
complete. Sonya refused to acknowledge this, or simply did not know how to—her actions came through as impulse.
There would be many times in which Isabella would confide in Sonya. She would describe her beatings in gruesome detail, and when Sonya saw
Isabella’s bimonthly black eyes and multicolored bruises, still under the influence of Isabella’s control, they would together role-play the
situations for clarity. One particularly depressing day, Sonya asked Isabella how to reverse her appearance, back to a prettier, and less painful
state. Isabella concluded to Sonya that some of her marks would grow out of her, but others may never leave. Sonya was indifferent, but derived the
same conclusion upon months of seeing Isabella in her non-transforming exterior.
The two girls continued to associate with each other until Sonya and Isabella were finally the same age. When Isabella saw Sonya as being a twelve
year old, Sonya gained confidence. Sonya felt obligated to explore Isabella, and did so in Isabella’s every waking moment. Sonya’s comprehension
level changed, and she saw herself as an extension of Isabella, more so than ever before. Isabella taught Sonya how to swear, how to hate, and even
how to bleed under her own power. Isabella influenced Sonya so greatly, that Sonya desperately wanted Isabella’s name.
Isabella took pride in her coaxing affluence, but started to grow sincere enjoyment from Sonya. Perhaps the child she had known for so long had been
an outlet for her, but she ultimately was the only thing she could consider a “friend”. This is when Sonya changed. Sonya could not bear to watch
Isabella maintain pleasure, when all she ever knew of her to own was shame and pity. She would not let Isabella own her… Instead, the opposite would
occur. Sonya would own Isabella, and then disown her. The final piece towards gaining true existence could be pried from eliminating Isabella from her
Sonya picked up the knife she had used on herself just moments ago and slammed it into the face of her opposer. Happiness could not exist with Sonya,
she refused it. Isabella shattered to the ground, and Sonya was liberated from ever becoming an individual. It was her choice to then be bounded to
the confines of Isabella’s life, for eternity.