Until
I met
you.
Chapter
Ten:
"Issac, is that a good idea?" Izzy
asked me, smiling. I ran up and down the beach, my legs not
hurting at all. "I'm fine." I said, jumping
around. It felt nice to be able to run around, feeling no pain
at all. "Issac, you're crazy." Se exclaimed,
laughing.
"Issac." She looked into my eyes,
and it suddenly became dark, and there were flashing lights,
and it became hard to breathe. "Izzy?" She pointed
toward the house, and whispered. "Go.." I looked at
the house, then back at her, but she was gone. I ran to the
house, and it becam eeven harder to
breathe.
As I came closer to the house, the scene became
different, but all too familiar. I saw Nina, my parents being
dragged out stretchers, and a yyoung version of me, crying on
the porch. "How could you?" The younger version of me
looked into my eyes. "You should have saved them!" I
looked around, and grabbed my chest. "S-she asked me to
stay hidden.." he walked toward me and yelled at the top
of his lungs, and I fell to the ground, tears filling my eyes.
"Stop it!" I kicked my legs and closed my eyes as
much as I could, before opening them again.
Smoke everywhere. "Hello?"
I ran into the kitchen, noticing a funny smell, and hearing
Melanie laughing with Damen. "You guys... you're
burning down the kitchen!" I ran in and turned off the
oven, opening it. Melanie came in, her eyes red. "Aw
crap...my cookies." I threw the pan onto the floor.
"Your cookies? What about the fu**ing house?" She
flinched a bit. "I'm sorry Issac, I was just really
hungry."
Damen came in the kitchen, and laughed.
"Dude, calm down. It's not on fire." I rolled my
eyes, and John came down. "What is going on......Who is
smoking weed in my house?" He screamed. I looked at
Melanie, and started picking up the burned cookies off the
floor. "You are so unbelieveable." I said to her.
"What? You never had fun in your
life?"
I couldn't believe this.
Fun? Burning down the house, this was fun to her? "If you
need to trick yor mind into having fun, then it's not very
fun, is it?" I said, throwing the last bit of burned
cookies into the trash can. "Issac, I didn't mean
to..." I put up m hand. "Save it." John looked
at her. "You need to go Damen." I nodded. "That
would be best."
Melanie crossed her arms, looking angry at me. "So what,
we smoked a little. The cookies burned, big freaking
deal." I laughed. "I'm glad I never asked you to
be my stupid girlfriend." I spat at her, opening the
window to air out the kitchen, and walked back up to my
room.
As soon as I hit my head on the pillow I
thought of my dream. Could I have saved my family? I probably
could have, probably messe that up just like everythihng
else.
The next few days went by slowly, as I just
sat in my room and only left to use the bathroom. Grace brought
me food, and John came to talk to me a few times. Melanie
knocked on my door, trying to get me to talk to her, but I
couldn't. I wasn't mad at her for amoking, I've
done it too. I was mad at her ignorance about cooking. Not
thinking about the house burning down.
On the fourth day, I felt the
worst. I had been in the room, watching out the window,
ignoring everyone. "Issac..." I heard John say,
cracking the door a bit. "Issac, you feeling any
better?" I pulled the blanket over my head, and groaned.
"Issac, look at yourself, you're depressed. I let out
a bitter laugh. "Depressed." I mocked his
tone.
He opened my closet, and the mirror on the door faced
me, and I looked at myself. My eyes were cloudy. Bags and ark
circles under them. My hair was a mess and I had a bit of
stubble coming in and I looked horrible. Maybe I am depressed.
"We're worried." I shook my head. "I'm
fine." I protested.
"Melanie is worried too." I scoffed. " I
don't care." He sighed, standing up and going
through my closet, throwing clothes at me. "Get dressed,
shave your face, we're going out." I wanted to
protest, but then I thought of Nina, how dissapointed she would
be, and I didn't want to mess yet another thing up, so I
walked into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, and began
to shave my face.
After I was finished, you could barely tell
I was locked in my room for almost a whole week, other than the
fact that my face was pale, and it looks like I haven't
slept, which honestly, I haven't. I walked into the living
room where Grace hugged me. "You look better." She
said, and I forced a weak smile on my face, and locked eyes
with Melanie from behind my back, I was not going to let the
past bother me anymore. "Hey." She said softly, and I
nodded at her, making her frown.
"You're lucky you get
anything." John said, grabbing my arm and we walked out,
Grace sitting next to Melanie on the couch. "Let's
have fun." I simply said, getting into the
car.
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