Post by Isaac Lahey on Jun 4, 2013 20:54:42 GMT -5
The loneliest people are the kindest
The saddest people smile the brightest
The most damaged people are the wisest
All because they do not wish to see others suffer the way they do
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Isaac wasn't really sure how life came to this. Came to him living in an abandoned train warehouse. He really wasn't complaining. This place was a lot better than the cage he used to call a home. He didn't fear returning here. He wasn't afraid of living like he did there. This life now was so much more than the old one used to be that he could overlook their current living situation. In the end, it didn't bother him too much.
Besides, he was in much better company. His father could never compare to Derek. Derek was everything he wished his dad could be. Okay, he lacked in certain departments but he didn't want Derek to be a replacement father. He wanted a friend. He wanted to believe he had that. There was also Erica and Boyd. It was almost like they were a family. A very dysfunctional family. However, it was everything Isaac had always wanted and he wouldn't give it up. If the incident with Gerard taught him, it was the value of pack and friendship. Which would always sound lame.
The teen was curled up on a seat of the old train. He never really stretched out when he was attempting to sleep. However, he always slept curled up, as if trying to protect himself, when he was having nightmares. He slept like that when he was insecure. It was never really anything against Derek or the pack. No. He just seemed to be having more and more of them after almost getting sliced in half.
It wasn't night time, so there really wasn't much reason to why Isaac felt so drained. He didn't have energy, not even to smile and pretend to be happy. He probably chalked it up to having nightmares. He was barely up to leaving the warehouse lately. Which was the opposite of how he usually was, as he loved to be out in the fresh air. He loved to just run in the woods or lurk at the park when it wasn't peak visiting hours.
The werewolf shifted a little, letting out a huff of air. Dreams weren't his friends. They never had been. He could recall a time when he had good dreams. Now he was lucky to have nights when he didn't dream at all. He never woke up feeling like someone splashed him with cool water, his mind blocking out his ability to even recall why he was so afraid in the first place. It was probably better that way.
Right now would be a good time for Isaac to wake, his dream tugging him deeper and deeper into the darkness. It was suffocating, effecting not only his dream self but his real self. A whimper left his lips.
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The saddest people smile the brightest
The most damaged people are the wisest
All because they do not wish to see others suffer the way they do
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Isaac wasn't really sure how life came to this. Came to him living in an abandoned train warehouse. He really wasn't complaining. This place was a lot better than the cage he used to call a home. He didn't fear returning here. He wasn't afraid of living like he did there. This life now was so much more than the old one used to be that he could overlook their current living situation. In the end, it didn't bother him too much.
Besides, he was in much better company. His father could never compare to Derek. Derek was everything he wished his dad could be. Okay, he lacked in certain departments but he didn't want Derek to be a replacement father. He wanted a friend. He wanted to believe he had that. There was also Erica and Boyd. It was almost like they were a family. A very dysfunctional family. However, it was everything Isaac had always wanted and he wouldn't give it up. If the incident with Gerard taught him, it was the value of pack and friendship. Which would always sound lame.
The teen was curled up on a seat of the old train. He never really stretched out when he was attempting to sleep. However, he always slept curled up, as if trying to protect himself, when he was having nightmares. He slept like that when he was insecure. It was never really anything against Derek or the pack. No. He just seemed to be having more and more of them after almost getting sliced in half.
It wasn't night time, so there really wasn't much reason to why Isaac felt so drained. He didn't have energy, not even to smile and pretend to be happy. He probably chalked it up to having nightmares. He was barely up to leaving the warehouse lately. Which was the opposite of how he usually was, as he loved to be out in the fresh air. He loved to just run in the woods or lurk at the park when it wasn't peak visiting hours.
The werewolf shifted a little, letting out a huff of air. Dreams weren't his friends. They never had been. He could recall a time when he had good dreams. Now he was lucky to have nights when he didn't dream at all. He never woke up feeling like someone splashed him with cool water, his mind blocking out his ability to even recall why he was so afraid in the first place. It was probably better that way.
Right now would be a good time for Isaac to wake, his dream tugging him deeper and deeper into the darkness. It was suffocating, effecting not only his dream self but his real self. A whimper left his lips.
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NOTES: For Derek
MUSIC: "Echo" - Jason Walker