Let Me Sing Your Lahey Blues and I Will Take You Away

-Hunter

Chapter 1: Steps pt.1

"I want it easier, but it seems as if that's not really going to happen, is it?"

- Isaac

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Isaac walked toward the counter and put the two nutella jars on the counter loudly ,he didn't mean to make it so loud ,but the girl behind the counter took it as a personal offense and looked at him as if she was annoyed, well aren't we all merry today? He asked himself, leaning from his left leg to the right. She lingered a bit, but eventually rose from the stool she was sitting on; she was watching that looked like True Blood. Isaac knew it was True Blood because of the many nights Jackson forced him to watch it with him. He almost shivered from the memory, it was funny then, but it wasn't really funny now. Isaac swore if he never saw vampire sex again it would have been too soon.

"Fourteen." The girl said obviously still pissed at him. She was a short, young looking brunette, with the atrocious uniform they were apparently forced to wear in that cheap third class convenience store; probably trying to get money for the summer. And honestly she would have looked much nicer if she just smiled a little.

Isaac didn't feel like feigning niceness so he just gave her the fourteen dollars and stashed the jars in his brown backpack, not even bothering to get the receipt.

He adjusted his bag, carried it and got to the door but before he opened it, he turned to the girl, because he thought of something; she'd gone back to watching her vampire stuff, eyes fixed on the screen. His conscience tugged at him- telling him that what he was going to do might come off a bit mean and would kind of be spoiling the show for her, but she seemed so invested and that irritated him to the max.

"You know," deciding just to go in for the kill and not hesitating, "Bill kills Eric later on in the season and Sookie breaks up with Bill and falls for Eric, but not in that order- just thought you might want to know, or not. "He said nonchalantly and gave her a small smile. He felt the smirk on his face as he turned to leave, and it was probably best that he didn't look at her that much too. It's not like he wanted to be a douche.

And then he was outside in the parking lot, enjoying the cool night- and then he hastely remembered that he had to get home because -well, because there were things to be done today and tomorrow. He checked his watch while he walked to the place he parked his bike.

I'll be the best I can be and remember what I'm there for.

Summer was over and school was supposed to start and Isaac was supposed to go Beacon Hills High, a freshman, ha. He hoped in all accord that it wouldn't be like those cliché teenage movies about high school, because he wasn't sure how he was supposed to deal with things like that, he really didn't want to have to deal with those things again- even if the last time was centuries ago. First days never had a reputation of being the best and that he knew from experience, so each time it's his first day for anything he tells himself it's going to suck and nobody's going to like him or pay any attention to him, he'll just be you know, he'll just be Isaac as usual and he'll be lonely and sad but it'll be okay, because that's how it always is. He's just plain, boring, weird, Isaac.

The Isaac that no one knows, the Isaac that no one sees, the Isaac that nobody cares about, the Isaac with nobody.

Though he did have Jackson, Jackson was pretty much his Everything, but even with Jackson, his closest friend or-should I-say-his-only-friend, it took some time to warm up to him. An entire summer to be exact. It's actually quite the story and if Isaac wanted to, he'd reminisce.

Let's just say as a kid, Isaac liked keeping to himself. He didn't have many friends, almost none, reasons being quite a lot- he might have liked being by himself, and might have liked being indoors when he was alone. That was probably how he got his ghastly complexion, too, he liked saying it was his inner hikikomori, which he was. Jackson could back you up on that one.

Sometimes Isaac would wonder, how it would be like to be someone else, like Jackson, to be the popular guy, to be the guy everyone likes, to have everything you want. And even though he knew that that wasn't how Jackson's life was, that it wasn't sunshine and flowers, he still wondered what it was like.

It was around the time he started hanging out with Jackson that Isaac's mom died in a car accident- he was six years old. He never really knew his mom actually, she wasn't around much, neither was his dad when he wasn't beating Isaac to a pulp, so he never really knew any of them. At somewhat of an early age, Isaac could pretty much depend on himself, it wasn't a choice really, but he could take care of himself alright.

It was just the normal kids' stuff that he missed out that he wondered about, like the father-son moments that you'd see in the movies, but maybe that was just movies, or it could have been one of those things he just didn't have. No, Isaac never had any of those things, he wanted them of course, especially with his dad ,but when you want something for so long and never get it, eventually you realize you have to stop wanting and move on.

Isaac sighed a couple times and wondered what good it would do, evaluating his life on a bench he didn't remember sitting on.

Well, life's funny like that.

He pushed himself off the bench and pulled up his hood and mounted his bike, and appreciated the cold wind against his face. Maybe he'd get a cold and wouldn't have to go tomorrow.

As if Jackson would let me.

Isaac rode his bike a down the street, it wasn't that far away home so maybe four minutes or so later, he found himself home. Dad wouldn't be home for a while and to be honest, he was grateful for that. Appetites didn't seem to come very often nowadays, so when he unlocked the door and pushed his bike inside, he went to the fridge and took a long look at the food that was there before he chose to get a bottle of water.

He drank his water, and found himself on the couch, watching some TV show until it was really late (he wouldn't remember what it was later) before sleep was calling out to him. He went up to his room, took off his hoodie and jeans and fell into the comfort of his burgundy sheets.

And he wondered before he slept whether life would be a little better by the day

A/N: Hikikomori (ひきこもり or 引き籠もり Hikikomori), literally "pulling inward, being confined", i.e., "acute social withdrawal") is a Japanese term to refer to the phenomenon of reclusive adolescents or young adults who withdraw from social life, often seeking extreme degrees of isolation and confinement. The term hikikomori refers to both the sociological phenomenon in general as well as to people belonging to this societal group.

(Wikipedia is a gift)