Tuesday, 25 January 2011
04:40:13 AM (GMT)
The officers were specifically told not to handcuff Isabella; however, they followed
closely behind her. She had no idea where she was going; she was trying to find
whatever twin instinct people said that twins supposedly had, and go on that. But she
wasn’t feeling anything from her sister, and she tried, and she wanted to. There
was no connection; she knew she shouldn’t have even thought there would be.
Phillip walked beside her, wondering why he had to tag along. Isabella had insisted
he did, and they made idle chit-chat while they walked. However, nothing important
was said and Phillip still didn’t know why he was with her. She seemed distressed
and distracted, and all he wanted to do was make her feel more at ease and to clear
her mind a little. Maybe that would cause her to remember some missing fact.
“You’ve got no clue, do you?” He said to her, quietly. He looked at her
quickly and then looked away, knowing he was talking to someone who could possibly be
“…No. I don’t know where she is. She never told me her magic escape plan. I
don’t even think she had one. We never intended to get caught.” Isabella sighed,
and continued walking forward.
“Then, where are we going? I mean, you can’t just keep walking forever, could
you?” Phillip grinned, for he was kidding. Her answer, as always, was not what he
“I could, actually. When Belle killed Joshua, I did. They didn’t catch me with
her, didn’t you know? I wasn’t even in this town. I just walked as far as I could
and I didn’t stop.” Isabella sniffled, and wiped away the tears that were forming
in her eyes, “Anyway, I’m not leading you on forever. I’m taking you to the
house.” Isabella shuddered, “I was hoping I’d never have to come back.”
Phillip wanted to hold her, and make her fears and her bad memories go away forever.
He didn’t, however, he didn’t have the guts to do something like that. Especially
with someone who was a partner in crime to a devious murderer. He felt a mixture of
awe and terror of the twins, especially Isabella. How someone went through everything
she did, and still carried on normally astonished him. He watched her as they walked
and he was impressed that she held herself high and powerfully, as if all the trauma
she’d suffered had not even touched her. She impressed him in all that she did.
They arrived at the house and Phillip gasped at its size. He knew from all
Isabella’s stories that it was large, but he’d never expected a mansion. Isabella
always just called it a house, how she could be so humble about a house this size was
beyond him. Isabella led them to the door, and as soon as one of the maids saw her,
she fainted. Isabella shook her head, knowing that the woman thought she was Belle.
“Why are we here, Isabella?” Phillip asked, touching Isabella’s shoulder, and
stepping over the fallen woman. She shrugged off his touch and glared at him. She
waltzed up the stairs with the familiarity one would expect from her. However, she
was careful as she walked up them; graceful, but careful all at once. Phillip and the
officers followed her, knowing that this could possibly be a trap. Phillip said a
prayer to whatever being was up in the sky, hoping he’d keep his life today.
Isabella quietly pushed open a pink door, and revealed every girls dream bedroom-
turned into a nightmare.
“She’s been here. She… she ruined it!” Isabella fell on her knees, and
grabbed up the pieces of a ripped up teddy bear. She sobbed, and her body shook with
the force of it. “She’s taken everything. Everything I’ve ever loved and now
it’s gone.” Her words came out as a cracking scream, and she continued to cry.
She wanted to curl up and die. She didn’t want to feel this broken and alone
anymore, she just wanted her sister to die, or for herself to die. Nothing would
have made her happier in that moment.
“Isabella calm do-“ Phillip was cut off by the look Isabella gave him. She
stood, and continued to glare.
“How would you feel if I took everything you loved, if I made you only love me?
How would it feel if I hurt you? If I forced you to stab your true love several times
and watch him bleed to death? And then I’d go into your sanctuary and take all of
you material things you loved and I ruined every one of them!” She screamed at him,
and she fell to her knees again, “Tell me Phillip, how would that make you feel?”
She whispered, petting the head of the teddy bear, crumbling into tears once again.
“Isabella, I know this is hard but I need you to answer my question, okay? Why
would Belle come here? Where would she go from here?” Phillip asked her, gently
crouching to look at her, and cup her cheek. She shivered at the touch, and then
sighed. She moved away from him and wiped her eyes.
“She told me once, when we were in middle school, that if we ever got in trouble
that there was one place we should meet should we get away. She told me never to go
in the door until then.” Isabella stood, knowing she’d have to show them where
the door was. She had no idea what would be behind the door, or what she would find.
The police officers followed her, as did Phillip. She entered the bathroom, and
revealed behind the mirror, and small door. She stared at them, and she then crawled
Belle heard a noise, and she leaped up. She held her gun, hand shaking in a
frightening and dangerous manner. A coy grin decided to play on her lips, for she
knew it was her darling twin sister. She turned all the lights in the hidden room on,
and stared at the walls that were covered in pictures of herself and her sister.
Anyone else in the pictures had a lovely bullet hole shot right through their heads.
She had all of Isabella’s old clothing hanging from coat racks, and they looked old
and disgusting. Belle didn’t care, she just wanted Isabella, all of her, always.
“Bella! Isabella darling! Is that you? Have you come to see me?” She cried,
giggling and trying to clap her hands with the gun still in them.
“Oh Bella, I have so much to tell you that’s happened since you took your stroll!
But you have to promise me you won’t leave me again. We were apart for so long,
Bella. I missed you. Please come out of the hallway and come see me, oh please
Bella.” Belle stepped in front of the door and waited, sniffling, afraid her twin
would reject her. The door opened slowly, and there was Isabella standing in front of
her, holding the torn teddy bear and shaking.
“Belle, what is all this?” She stared at the pictures, and realized how
terrifying her twin could truly be.
“Oh Bella!” Belle snatched the teddy bear from Isabella’s hands, “I’m so
sorry I had a tantrum and ripped your things! I’ll be sure to fix them.” She
turned around and grinned viciously, the gun taunting her to do terrible things,
“Come this way, Bella. You have to promise me something.”
Isabella silently began to walk in front of Belle, but Belle dropped the teddy bear
and grabbed Isabella’s arm. She then pressed the gun to Isabella’s head and
hissed at her.
“Don’t you fucking leave me again, alright? You’re my little bitch, not
anyone else’s. If you don’t promise right now, don’t think I won’t pull the
fucking trigger. Promise me you won’t leave me; promise me you won’t be a little
slut again.” Belle pressed the gun harder against Isabella’s head, “Promise me
or I’ll shoot your fucking brains out.”
Isabella began to cry, shaking all over. She didn’t want to play Belle’s games
anymore, she didn’t want to do this anymore. She wasn’t happy doing this and she
never had been. She just wanted to be okay, but she knew, she just knew she never
would be okay.
“I won’t promise, Belle. I don’t love you. I don’t want you. I hope you rot
in fucking hell.” Isabella hissed at her twin. Belle shook her head at her twin.
“I love you Bella, but I don’t like you anymore. You don’t get to play
She pulled the trigger. The noise rang out, and Belle dropped Isabella to the floor,
giggling. This was all just a game to her, that’s all it had ever been.