Isaac
Isaac sat across from Scott, tapping his fingers against the spine of the textbook. His face was screwed up like he was concentrating and yet his eyes were tightly shut up from the pain. His brown locks were plastered to his face like a child's collage. Scott's senses meant he could hear the ragged breathing and the sluggish pulse trying to keep him alive. Isaac had not moved. There was no talking or joking, there was only silence! Scott missed the negativity or the constant talking. Melissa was out at the moment, working the night shift, no doubt waiting for her soft, warm bed. Scott and Isaac had been studying all night but neither of them cared much. They had both lost people tonight and now they were unable to concentrate on anything but the pain.
After Allison's death neither of them could quite face talking to each other, especially after Alison's last words. Scott knew that's what was hurting the most, the fact that she had told him not Isaac that she had always loved him. There was nothing Scott was going to be able to do, to get Isaac to open up. Scott knew that after years of abuse, Isaac was use to people not loving him but Scott knew this was different. Isaac had opened himself up and taken down his walls and now all it had caused his was pain.
Isaac had been starring at the page for the last hour. Scott knew that nothing was going in for either of them but neither of them quite knew what to say. Scott rubbed his eyes; it was now past midnight, after Allison had died Scott had given Allison's body back to her dad. Neither of them had said much, there was nothing to say. Scott had basically dragged Isaac home, as Isaac was no longer responding to anyone, broken inside and slowly rebuilding his walls so that no one could break them down again. Scott shut his book and looked up at Isaac with eyes filled with tears and whispered, 'I'm sorry.' Isaac didn't respond, not that Scott thought he would. Scott sighed; there was nothing he could do. So instead he picked up his books and went to bed. He hoped that after a night's sleep maybe he would be able to help Isaac more. Scott was too tired to deal with it now.
Once Scott had left the room Isaac looked down at his book. There was nothing left for him now. His dad had hated him, Derek didn't want him and now even worst Allison the girl he loved and though had loved him back, in fact loved enough. There was nothing left for him now, nothing worth staying for anyway. He knew Scott didn't even need him here. So Isaac, slowly crept his way up the stairs, something he had got use to over the years of abuse from his father. He grabbed his small bag and filled it with a few items, and then left through the back door into the night. No one wanted him anymore and so he would not stay where he wasn't needed.
Scott woke in the morning to the sun shining. This day couldn't off started better and yet he felt more depressed then he had ever been before. He walked down the stairs and was glad to find that Isaac had clearly moved to his bed. He smiled, maybe they could deal with this, after all it was another new day and though they had lost many, they would carry on in their name.
Around 12, Melissa came down and shouted, 'Scott have you seen Isaac.'
Scott stopped straight in his steps, and replied, 'He's in his room, isn't he.'
Melissa came down the stairs and whispered, 'Isaac's gone, Scott.'
As Isaac left Beacon Hills on a bus to where ever it took him, he knew that he would not be returning anytime soon. Though in his time, he had met people he had grown to like, like anything in his life it eventually turned to dust.