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Category: Isabel POV

Summary: Isabel is just so confused

Feedback: Please! I would appreciate it greatly

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I am so confused. I don’t even think a normal person could even begin to fathom what confusion was like until I told them my life’s story. It would certainly grace more than a few covers of certain tabloid magazines, that’s for sure. My life is just one big, confusing, overwhelming mess.

It never used to be.

My whole persona was safe; at least until my brother lost all sanity and had to save Perfect Parker. What forced him to do this, I am still trying to figure out. Even though I know all the analyzing in the world couldn’t give me an answer.

After he saved her, my entire world spiraled out of control. Faster and faster, down further and further. I haven’t hit rock bottom yet, but I have an indefinite fear it could happen any moment now.

If it hadn’t been for my misguided brother, I would still have some sort of quasi-normal existence.

But no. He had to be the righteous saint and put our lives on the line.

Don’t you just love it when people try to do the right thing for one person, but in the end, end up hurting more people and causing more pain than they intended? In my brother’s case, this happens all the time.

It’s funny actually.

But still confusing as hell.

Ever since the shooting, I have always been confused, always running, lying and hiding. I’m so tired of all that. Why can’t I just be normal? I admit, besides my powers, I am normal. But just because of that little difference, it will forever separate me from the human race.

That could be the most confusing part of all. And these questions continually arise.

Why am I different?

Why was I chosen to be different?

Why am I here?

Sometimes I would like to think I have some special purpose for being here. That Max, Michael, and I all have a reason, some special purpose.

But that just adds more confusion to the ever-growing project that is my life.

I want to keep it as limited as possible, so hopefully I can somewhat control it.

Because in my life, confusion isn’t something you can really get a handle on.

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