#isaac would irritate seraph all day

[kingofangst]

Seraph: God, give me the patience to continue these ridiculous endeavors

Isaac: You mean to say God give me the strength

Seraph: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead

[pomsthoughts]

Creaks And Groans Of A House

I limply fell onto my bed, my muscles aching from the long day, finally feeling the mushy but still sturdy mattress under my body. My arms still refused to lower, even though the throbbing feeling in them hurt more than any of Mark's girl drama hurt both him and me. Still, I held my phone close to my face, closer than most reasonable and respectable people might recommend. The sound of my thumbs tapping on the glass screen filled the comfortable silence that once rested in my room. The only thing that stopped this lulling sound was another ping from Mark. I swear he didn't know how to wait for someone else. I was almost was tempted to not reply so that could I see how many messages I would get from him. However, I wasn't going to do that. Not today at least. I was already waist high in his sea of drama and I wasn't going back to shore.

I let out an echoing huff before sending my own message and whipping my phone across the bed, a loud thump sound soon followed as it hit the fluffy sheet. The text message should resolve my troubles for the time being, and get Mark to go talk to Kit for the rest of the night. I didn't have the energy to deal with anything right now, even though I wanted to help that irritating classmate of mine.

My eyes and body were heavy, the faint smell of lavender filled my nose and the warm feeling of the blankets under me consumed all my senses. My sight became blurred and every object I owned seemed foreign to me now. My senses dulled as my eyes closed and let that familiar darkness consumed me. Letting dreamland pull me into the seraphic but obscure world it ruled.

Crash!

My eyes shot open at the sound and my body jolted in shock. The feeling of yelping or screaming bubbled up in my chest but I forced it down. I frantically inspected around my room trying to find the source of the sound. I whipped my head around; left, right, up, down. Nothing. I let a feeling of relief wash through my body. However, I didn't let this feeling control my actions. I had to check out that sound.

I ripped the warm sheets off my body which made a shiver run down my spine. Oh, how I wanted to cuddle back up in those sheets again but I couldn't. I needed to do this.

I trotted down the hallway, maybe checking a room or two on my way to the kitchen. If I'm being honest, I wasn't too afraid. My best guess is that it was my cat, Ginger. That animal was always running around the house, tipping things over, running into walls, and clawing at the couch. My best guess is that she tipped over another plate or something along those lines.

I arrived in the kitchen and sure enough, there was Ginger standing in front of a broken glass container. I let a little giggle pass through my lips as I bent down and picked up the light orange kitten. She let out a meow in protest but I still followed through with my actions.

I held the cat tightly to my chest, a tiny smile still gracing my thin lips.

"Silly kitten," I nuzzled my face into my cat's fluffy fur. "You shouldn't be on the counter," I growled fakely at the cat. Sighing gently, I dropped Ginger onto the floor, watching her scurry off.

I bit my lip as I stared at the ground, glass was scattered all over the floor. Bits of cookies broken on the ground. I hummed in confusion as I thought about it more, when did I take out the cookies? I thought about it for a moment but swiftly decided to ignore it. It wasn't important right now.

I grabbed the broom and dustpan from the closest and started cleaning up the mess. It didn't take long for me to finish cleaning everything, it hadn't been a large mess in the beginning. I smiled boastfully at the clean floor before turning on my heel and walking towards the stairs. I grabbed ahold on the wooden rail and started my hike up the stairs.

My mind fluttered with thoughts about sleeping in my cozy bed again, the calming lavender smell that filled my room, and that pleasant silence that covered the room like a blanket. Sadly, these fantasies were broken into two as I was halfway down the hallway.

I felt my heart stop and then pick up at a concerning rate. It felt like the world around me stood still, and in a way, I prayed it did. Sure, I wanted to run as fast I could scream for help but what happens when this enchantment ends? He'll move too.

There in front of me stood a man. He had thick black shoulder-length hair, it was curled in little spirals which were all in snagged in tugging knots. His arms were unhealthily skinny along with any glimpses of skin one was able to see through his ripped shirt.

His face was covered in bruises and cuts, along with stubby black hairs that line from his jaw to under his nose. Despite the fact that he was a random stranger in my home, the most horrifying thing about him were his eyes. They were a piercing blue, black bags outlining them. Making the red vines from a lack of sleep show more vibrantly.

"G-Get...out," He choked out, his deranged eyes glaring into my shocked ones. My breath hitched for a moment and I stood still not daring to move even though he had stated I do so.

The man reached out his boney hand towards me forcing me to step back out of fear. I pulled my arms closer to my chest and my legs shook in fear.

"I-I said," He growled moving forward. "GET OUT!" He screamed, I shook my head and stumbled backwards. Tears filled the corners of my eyes causing my sight to become blurred just like my thinking.

The male kept stepping forward while I kept instinctively stumbling back...I think. As I said, everything was a blur. My mind was racing with questions while my body wanted to run. My mind wanted to know who this man was, and why he was at my house.

I took one more step behind me, however, I didn't feel the rough carpet under my feet. No, I felt nothing. And within moments, I began to fall backwards, but before I was able to do so I saw the male. His head cocked to the side letting all his thick hair flop to the side while a crazed smile played across his chapped lips.

As I fell backwards I realized something; I should've been looking where I was going. An odd type of darkness swallowed my vision. A type of darkness that didn't seem as welcoming as the lavender one I was accustomed to.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound of repetitive beeping filled my ears and a foreign smell of chemicals hit me like a train. My mind was blank and I couldn't remember where, why, or even who I was. Everything was just missing.

Every muscle in my body begged me to lay back down but I couldn't listen. My eyes slowly opened as my arms moved behind me, pushing myself up from the bed I was resting on. A bright light attacked my eyes, forcing them to shut again. Nevertheless, I forced them back open, wanting to understand what was going on.

"Oh dear, Alice hunny, lay back down." A loving, almost angelic, voice cooed as I gentle hand was placed on top of my chest, carefully pushing me back down. I was warmed by the action; how sweet and gentle this person was. I bathed in the moment, the gentleness and how safe I felt, but it didn't last for long.

Memories came rushing back to me; my name, house, Ginger, the man, and even falling down the stairs. Everything was back. I let out a pained whimper, not the type you'd cry out if you were hurt, but the kind you let out when you were afraid.

"M-Mum," I choked. "W-Who? Who was he?!" I began to panic, the heart monitor beside started beating faster.

"What are you talking about, love?" My mother asked sweetly, her wrinkly hand went up to my hair, tenderly running through it in a calming manner.

"The man!" I screeched, unable to settle.

"Shh, shh," My mother cooked again. "There was no man, hun. You just fell down the stairs and hurt yourself." She explained, her hand recoiling back into her lap.

"NO!" I growled. "I-I-I saw him! He-he-he-" I started to trip over my words, unable to produce something audible.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down," My mother hushed before getting up from her chair. "I'm going to go get the doctor, okay?" She asked though she didn't wait for me to reply. My mother just left.

"H-He's real...I swear...I s-saw him," I mumbled, rocking back and forth, my hands cradling my ears. I sat there for a few more endless moments, a painful silence filling the room. "H-He was in the house...I swear, I saw the man." I huffed, letting my arms dropped down to my sides. "R-Right?" I asked myself a question that I was unable to answer.

It's been about six months since the incident. I've been doing well. When I was first discharged from the hospital everyone was quite worried about me. More so for my mental state, rather than my psychical. No one really believed that I'd seen that man, everyone said it was just a reflection of light. My wild and endless imagination playing tricks on me. It's not like this wasn't the first time something like this has happened. Nevertheless, I was convinced that I saw him.

I told the police about the man, they looked into. And after about a week, they found something. Under the stairs in our basement, they found a makeshift bed, wrappers littering the floor, and knives, along with one tucked away gun, slipped neatly under the blankets. The police concluded that someone was, in fact, living in our house.

"Most likely a homeless man," They'd first told us. But after running a DNA test on some hair they found clumped together beside the pillow, the police found out it was actually an escaped mental patient.

This man, now identified as Isaac Chernow, had been sent there after breaking into a store and assaulting the worker. He was sent to the mental hospital because he was clearly in need of mental help. After breaking out, they couldn't find him, even after a year had slipped by. But here he was, alive and apparently doing fairly well.

We've moved since, afraid that he might come back. That he might sneak in again and hurt us this time. Anything could have happened that day--no, not that day. Anything could have happened ever since he was living in our house. I'm not sure if Isaac would take the risk of going back there, but I can only pray that the new family who now resides in that house is safe too.