Spookychild’s writings

“I have to confess, my Isabel.” I said looking down at her hand in mine.

Isabel winkled her brow. “What do you have to confess my love? She asked

“Isabel, I am not Dashiell.” I explained slowly, looking into her eyes.

Isabel shifted on the couch. “Okay,” she said slowly. “Okay, than who are you?”

I looked down again. “I am not human. Or I mean I wasn’t born human. I am human now. And I am Dashiell now. But I wasn’t born Dashiell or a human.”

Isabel but her lip for a minute, studying me. I was pretty sure she was thinking this was something to do with my PSTD or the fact I had survived and Gabe hadn’t. But it wasn’t that and I knew it.  

“Okay, then who are you really?” she asked.  

“Don’t be mad at me, Isabel, please. But I was born a dog.” I said. I was looking into her eyes again. 

Isabel digested that for a moment chewing on her lip.  She wasn’t mad at me.  I could see her eyes were only concerned and worried. She was not angry or upset.

“Okay, I accept it. I still love you.” She said finally.

“ there is more, Isabel. I am Toby.” I whispered.

She  Blinked and then blinked again. “My dog, Toby?” she asked.

 I nodded. “I’m sorry, Isabel. On my birthday, I made a wish to be human so I could take care of you. I’m sorry. The Toby you have now is my clone.“

 My Isabelle looked at me. I could tell she thought that I was  Imagining it. I tried to think of some proof. So I said. ” You gave Toby? A birthday cake this year. Actually. Your aunt made him a cake. You were tired and forgot his birthday.”

My Isabel. Blinked at me again. “Well, my aunt could have told you that. But. If you want to be my dog. You can be. I still love you.”