Isabel Edwards is yet to become one of the most famous suicides - in search for the answer to the biggest question of her life - if being a TV actress is the rigor of being psychologically challenged that lead her to feel incapable of quitting a job...
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After Death
Curiosity kills the cat – they say. But I did not know that my curiosity would bring me here. And I have no idea if I am still alive.
I cannot be wrong; I have not been in this bedroom.
I do not know how it happened, but my pounding heart, shaking the white turtleneck I am wearing, and my foggy mind since the moment I opened my eyes are not helping my memory.
Dark grey walls, bare glass windows, multiple photographs stuck on the wall – all of them are strangers.
And where is the brightness coming from? It is winter.
This woman. This woman in front of me.
My heart races faster, and faster, and faster. While slowly raising my trembling hand, she is mimicking me, until the tips of our middle fingers touch.
My eyes widen like I just opened it from a nightmare. God forbid that it is an unframed mirror.
I am the reflection, but one thing I am sure of: this is not my body.
Suddenly, I remember the wish that I whispered last night:
"I wish to be in Australia, be with Ernst, and have a memorable day with him, even just for one day."
Again, how did I meet him? What are the things that we have talked about? What were the arguments that we had? Is it really because of him why this is happening to me?
And this is how I met him.
Before Death
Friday, September 13
I sigh. I encountered the article again, saying that I know Pierre is already married, even before his marriage proposal to me at the Paris Fashion Week I attended three years ago. This could be my most controversial issue, ever. Not only because it opposes my advocacy for women's empowerment, but also because there is no way that it is true. Hence, I feel the vital need to divert my fretful state of mind to something positive. While closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and the crispy air of autumn hisses into my nostrils.
