Wailing Banshee ~

The recurring nightmares were happening more and more often recentaly, as if trying to cope with the pain of Allison’s death was making them worse. He cleared his throat, squeezing her arm slightly again as he checked around the room, just making sure once more he was defiantly awake ”It’s the s-same one I always have-” he told her in a small, unfamiliar voice “He’s there…h-he has a knife and he-” Isaac’s voice cut off for a moment as a small whimper left his lips “he attacks me…I-I can’t get away…” Giving up trying to recall the dream he curls his body closer to Lydia’s, sobbing quietly “I just want to forget about my dad…but every time I close my eyes he’s there…telling me how worthless I am…telling me that everything’s my fault…mum, Camden, Allison, Erica, Boyd- It’s my fault their all dead, a-and I let myself believe him…I-I can’t do this anymore…” He didn’t know why he was being so open with Lydia, but he felt like he needed to let all this out, all the feelings he’d kept bottled up inside him for so long.

{ T E X T to: Liam } You are not, by the way. So don't panic. At least, for now.

"Let’s just face it there is no way I can give an excuse that’ll sound any bit real to you so why bother?"

         « Ohw, but I want to see you    t r y i n g to give me one explanation. Go on. »

    « I perfectly know that you don't care about what I want.            Though, people could begin to s t a r e. »

We’re here to save a life, not end one.

Slowly Isaac remembered where he was and why he was here, his breathing slowly getting back to it’s normal rate again. He loosened his iron grip on the banshee’s arm, “I-um…that wasn’t-” his shaky voice trailed off as a small tear fell down his cheek, quickly being brushed away by his sleeve “——-I’m fine.”

« I am not hiding, Lydia. I just need time.           Coming back is something I wanted  to avoid and you shouldn’t have come here to change my mind        It’S not going to happen.. »

              « You've been away for months.          And does staying here alone              - mourning her alone - really h e l p?               Chris has come back. You should too.                   It's a mess and it's full of dangers,                 but it's our h o m e. Even yours.           And we may need your help. »

        « Not to seem rude, but... What are you doing                   in my bedroom, Isaac? »

"Wha- no- please don’t-" Isaac mumbled in his sleep, his breathing speeding up at an alarming rate. he clenched his covers tightly, his sheets now covered in sweat from his panic. He was often lost in these nightmares, sometimes finding it hard to escape them…this was one of those times. The image of the freezer in his mind was so vivid that it felt as though he were really there, lost and alone.

        « Isaac... It's just a nightmare, wake up! »