• Prologue
    It was an early Wednesday morning in June 6th 2009.Coretta‘s breath was fogging up the passenger side window of the beat up Pontiac. Yet Isabella glanced over at her mother and jumped slightly at the loud gurgle and a roar, coming from the back of her throat. Coretta was 36 yet she looked older because she drank excessively and also smoked three to four packs of fags a day. Coretta’s face looked ravaged with wrinkles yet she had a permanate tanned look, her hair was frazzled and hung awkwardly around her face. Her clothes and breath constantly smelled of smoke and alcohol. Isabella shook her head and chuckled quietly to herself. Her mother snored worse than a bear in hibernation. At least the snoring kept her slightly attentive, and gave her an incentive to stay awake, Besides the glare of the other headlights. Seeing the sign for an old cabin, she pulled into the parking lot and parks the car. Isabella sat on an old bed. In this musty old “house” technically it was more of a shack. She sighed tired and pulled her second all nighter having to drive most of way to the new place because her mom said she had to catch up on her “beauty rest.” This was the 50th place she and her mom had been to since she was a little girl. If she ever could escape she mentally wished that it was some place far from her mother. A place where she would n’t have to deal with the trouble that her mother got into because she never could fix her problems. Coretta constantly was blaming Isabella for her every fault. Isabella was at her wits end and didn’t know what other option she had left. The mental fatigue was so embedded in her she barely responded to her mother’s tirades. The emotional exhaustion she felt when her mother berated her, in public and in private. Was so deeply felt she sometimes looked like a zombie. Every part of her ached and she was sick of being her mother’s baby sitter. She curled up on the bed and pulled her nap sack from the floor. She rummaged in it for a few minutes and found what she had been searching for. Her much battered leather bound DayBooke. She had several old bits of newspaper clippings and program leaflets, and odd bits of sayings that she found interesting. She opened it and inhaled the scent of crushed dried flowers of sweet pea, juniper, lavender, hyacinth, cotton, and cherry blossoms. She turned to a fresh page it was heavy paper and looked like heavy cream. She left it open and lay down, and fell asleep. As she slept, she dreamed of a small cottage that had a stream running through it. As she dreamed she found a young girl, who was petite and elfin, Isabella judged that she was no older than 15, the young girl had thick dark auburn hair which was pixie styled and fell in a flipped soft way, ending at the base of her neck, her eyes were huge and expressive, they changed color depending on her mood. Her eyes were rich topaz, and were regarding Isabella with a cool air. Isabella sensed that this girl was very wise, and had seen much in her life time. Isabella smiled at the young fey girl. The girl arched a delicate brow at her, and the corners of her full lips curved upward slightly. Everything about the fey girl was dainty and delicate. She looked fragile, and her veins and bones were visible through her pale creamy skin. Her skin had a natural tan to it which Isabella envied. Isabella watched the girl she was leaning against a tree. The girl crooked her index finger beckoning to Isabella. Isabella walked briskly to her and stood unsure of what to do next. The girl gestured for her to sit, so Isabella did. Isabella noticed a thick blanket had been set down, and there was a basket, which presumably had a lot of food in it. It was a large wicker basket. Isabella looked around her and looked back at the young girl. Isabella couldn’t help but get a better look at the young girl for she noticed her creamy complexion and her petite nose had freckles dusted all across the bridge of her nose. She was startled at the dress that the young girl wore it was black and fit her like a second skin; it flattered her body emphasizing her curves.