Chapter 9:
Isaac was at home, taking another brave stab at the book he was supposed to submit a report on tomorrow morning.
"And but thou love me, let them find me here:
My life were better ended by their hate,
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love."
"Ugh, the idiots." Isaac groaned, immediately closing the book again. "That's it, I'm choosing to fail instead."
He got up, muttering about the stupidity of fourteen year olds that committed suicide over someone they had met three days ago.
Melissa entered the room with the Sheriff and someone who Isaac thought was the Deputy. Isaac didn't really like the new Deputy, he reminded him too much of his brother, whom Isaac did not like to remember.
"Isaac?" Melissa said. She sounded emotional for some reason. Isaac started to feel worried.
"Yeah?" He asked nervously.
"There's someone here to see you."
The Deputy stepped forward. He looked even more anxious than Isaac felt.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" He asked.
Isaac looked around in confusion. "Should I?"
"I mean, don't blame you, it has been six years. And I am supposed to be dead." The Deputy looked into Isaac's eyes and Isaac felt his entire body freeze.
It couldn't be. It just couldn't be.
The Deputy took a step forward. "I'm so sorry I didn't come to see you before now. I didn't- I didn't even remember who I was until an hour ago."
Isaac felt like the world had been sucked of oxygen. He shook his head.
"No." He mumbled. "No, that's not possible."
The young man in front of him nodded. "I swear to god, it is possible."
Isaac turned around for a second to brush away the tears that were encroaching.
He turned back and whispered, barely audibly;
"Camden?"