ISABELLE.

She didn't know how to react when she found out the only person she loved in this world was gone. She wish she could save her, but the inevitability of death was true, very true indeed. Death, respected no one. The rich nor the poor, it came at a particular time and took whomever it wanted to, and it seemed as though her time had come.Isabelle stood there staring at the dead body in an open coffin. Her mother laid in there , eyes closed and dressed in white. Those face which held several emotions held nothing and the face that made everyone smile every once in a while is to be hidden from the world forever, until it disintegrates into nothingness.Isabelle's eyes were dried, tears had ceased to come. She cried her heart out previous nights not wanting to believe her beloved mother was gone. With a blank expression Isabelle held while seeing her mother's lifeless body in that coffin made her realize the world was a cruel place, it took her mother without a warning.Her father Gabriel, left her mother "for a much younger woman" he said. She had not met with her, but God knows she would be beautiful, she knew her father had good taste and that was evident in the woman he chose Evelyne Wilton who is now six feet under. Isabelle was just finishing up her painting when she found out her mother had passed away to the hands of cancer. '' How could she have kept this from me?'' Isabelle kept asking herself.  There were times when she would see her mother struggle to breathe, clutching her chest. She would ask why it happened but her mother would simply brush it off with a smile and say."The air in the room is stifling". Isabelle would proceed to open the window or pull the curtains. Now that she looked back at it, ' the air in the room is stifling' was her mother's catch phrase." Even if she had told me what she was going through, I couldn't do anything about it." she sighed internally and looked at the guests that arrived dressed in black. Those looks on their faces was all a façade, those whisperings she heard were gossips. Isabelle eyes scanned the quests that arrived looking for a particular someone, hoping he would be here, even though he did not care about them and left maybe he would've cared about his ex wife's death. She looked up at the sky, it was pretty obvious it also wasn't happy with the occasion that had taken place , the frown on its face was evident and it seems as though it was questioning life with its continuous grumbling. She turned and began walking away not waiting for any visitors to come console her or ask any questions. She stepped into the limousine and it drove away.After the burial ceremony, she informed Mrs. Noel to lock the mansion gates. She didn't want any visitors, no one to pay any condolence visits or whatsoever. She couldn't bear any of their fake concerns, She was fed up with them.Mrs. Noel, Clara and Candice watched the girl as she made her way up the stairs. Mr Orlando had excused himself to go hide in the bathroom to cry a bit and smoke a little bit of cigarette, it was his way of grieving. Mrs. Noel had also excused herself, she didn't want anyone see her cry. It was indeed sad to have the person who has helped you so much transition into the afterlife.Isabelle spent her most of her time in the Art studio painting her pain away , sometimes in the music room composing or practicing already composed music . The music room held a lot of memories of her mother and so did the rest of the house.As Isabelle ran her hands lightly on the keys of the piano. The memories came flooding in.Her mom had surprised her with a piano for her 12th birthday. She sat on a stool and watched her mother play."Wow! Mom, you know how to play the piano?" Little Isabelle asked as her eyes lit up seeing mother play."Indeed I do, I got myself enrolled in music school after I graduated from High school. that's when I got to learn how to play the instruments". Her mother's face beamed with a smile as she began playing." Mom? will you also teach me how to play the piano?". Isabelle grew curious as she saw her mother's hands skillfully touch every key."When I'm less busy I will, but don't worry I would get Miss Ronnie to teach you just in case I'm busy with work. She's also teaches music."Isabelle and her mother were the perfect duo. Not only was her mother good at playing the instruments, she could sing as well. Isabelle would play the Violin as her mom took it away hitting high notes. The maids and Butler were their audience. They were happy whenever the two performed.Before her mother's death, her will had been transferred into Isabelle's name. She knew she was going to die soon. "The earlier the better." Evelyn said as she signs Isabelle's name on the WillIsabelle lived a secluded life. She did use the technologies which man kind has created but to be addicted or be called a fan of the social media world wasn't her thing. She barely touched her gadgets and would rather be inline with nature.She would have herself up in the library studying all day. Reading the books and novels or spending her time with her mother who didn't welcome the idea of her having friends, she couldn't trust anybody. She once urged Isabelle to read the encyclopedia.One would describe Isabelle's life as boring and uninteresting, judging from a teenager's perspective but then this boring and uninteresting lifestyle of hers was what made her happy.She never got mixed with the outside world, she had no friends and was home schooled. Due to her father leaving, she got swarmed with questions at such an early age concerning the news of her father's disappearance from her life.There had been events in school which would involve kids bringing their dads, this resulted to little Isabelle crying home and running into her mother's arms wishing her dad was there.Her mother realizing it was too much for Isabelle for she was just 7, withdrew her from school and got her home schooled by Miss Ronnie.Isabelle was happy that the only friend she had was her mother. It was all she ever asked for.But the world decided to take it away.