Truthful Eyes: Part I

Isea turned slowly around in the bright patch of sunlight which streamed in through her open window. There was a slight breeze all around her which made her shiver in a strange excitement. She felt the sunlight fall on her as she turned, stepping lightly and carefully in a sort of circle with her bare feet. The sun which fell on her face was warm and bright behind her closed eyes. When she opened her dark brown eyes, it was warm and bright all around her slanted attic room. She felt somehow undoubtedly whole. Everything threatening, and demanding of her beyond endurance was behind her now. Now that she was alone, she was free.

“I don’t care if Monday’s blue, Tuesday’s grey, and Wednesday too,” sang Robert Smith from her stereo. Isea played The Cure song ‘Friday I’m in Love’ every single Friday simply to celebrate the day.

The strange shivering running through her became stronger. Suddenly she imagined she was The Witch of Seven Elders. Isea stopped turning in astonishment. ‘Where did that come from?’ she wondered. Nevertheless, she seized it, and she was The Witch of Seven Elders. She wore a long dark dress the colour of the night sky, with long draping sleeves and little flickering stars scattered about on it. “Shadows, reveal yourselves!” she declared. “If you shall not, I will come and put an end to you myself!” She looked expectantly around her room—across the walls—and her unbearable gaze especially lingered on the shadows made by the furniture. When no shadow crept sheepishly to her feet, Isea resigned to the indignity and incompetence of kneeling down and looking under her bed. There were only spiders there.

“Thursday, I don’t care about you, it’s Friday I’m in love.” Isea got up, and slowly knelt down, in the bright patch of sunlight once more, facing her open window. She shivered delightedly as the breeze gently brushed across her little pale face, and loosened and lifted pieces of her short dark hair.

“Monday you can fall apart, Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart, oh Thursday doesn’t even start, it’s Friday I’m in love.” The music faded into the distance as the peculiar shivery feeling surged up Isea’s spine. The focused but out of focused feeling and the breeze gave her such a thrilling and queer feeling that Isea was sure that if she were a cat, her hair would be standing on end. She gazed out across the long pale green slope her house was on, with the trees of the forest below. Her eyes lingered on a cloud in the shape of a person. She decided another long, curling snake-shaped cloud with another wing-shaped cloud coming off of it in the middle was a dragon. Another overweight, vast, and puffy looking person began to drift after the other person rather menacingly. The smaller person sailed across the sky more fiercely and desperately; they seemed to reach out their hand in front of them to grab onto something. Suddenly the smaller person faded, and the greater person that was in pursuit simply drifted over the place that they had once been.

Since Isea went to Cyber School, she decided how her days were set up. Fridays were officially halved, so that Isea could eat lunch with her friends on Fridays. At that exciting thought, Isea jumped up and hurriedly took up her little purse that always sat on her nightstand (that was where she always flung it after she had been out). Her mum, Mrs. Hetrothe, had decided it was best for Isea to work in the quiet of her own room. The teachers at her old brick and mortar school had constantly reported that she didn’t want to talk to anyone—not even the teachers, and even that a boy had been seen bullying her almost every day. Isea’s marks had been poor, and she had not been doing well at school.

“But what shall I bring to have for lunch?” Isea mused aloud as she walked purposefully out into the hallway. Isea thumped down the dark stairs as fast as she could, almost tripping after the first flight and having a little accident by her standards of falling down the last two flights. The house was tall, and slightly crooked from the outside with perhaps a hint of foreboding; and it was very dark and depressing on the inside. In order not to feel the same dreariness as she was sure that the house did, Isea always chose to think in patches of sunlight in her room. At night she let the moon come in.

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