I Am Isabelle

Note: I would like to begin by saying that this is a rough draft, this means that I will be adding to this, making changes, etc. If you have any constructive criticism, please feel free to contact me and I’ll do my best to take into consideration the changes you suggest when doing the next revision. Thanks!


    Sometimes I think that maybe I should just go back to him, back to constantly worrying that he had a rough day at work. I mean, he is one of the main reasons that I am semi-alive today…and I feel as if I still owe him something. A part of me is still convinced that everything was my fault…that I am to be blamed for all that has happened. Dr. Sidney Laws claims that I am suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, although I’ve never even left the United States and I don’t have a passport. He’s also just told me to quit acting as if I don’t know what he is talking about – he knows that I’ve read several books in which Stockholm Syndrome was a key feature as he had access to Alexander’s library while they were transferring me to the facility. He also says that I have a slight case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, also known as PTSD, because of the last days and their events. I cannot imagine that anyone could come through those days completely unaffected – not even Garson, who I am told is in the ICU unit of the hospital in a coma. The doctor has just told me that he wants me to have this introduction completed before the session ends in twenty minutes – but I keep getting distracted as the memories seem to rush back. It’s the main reason that I prefer to be the reader, the observer – so to say, over being the author, the narrator. However, the doctor claims that telling my story in my own words will help me to process everything that happened and I did promise Papa that I would do my best to heal, to remember everything that happened.