Light In The Dark [Hannah]

[ruby2]

Hannah listened as he explained to her about his family. Knowing someone a little more was kind of interesting. She wondered why she didn't do it so much with other people she met? Guess that way is a sort of attachment too, in a way. The more you know about someone, the more you want to help them or feel obliged to lend a shoulder to cry on or something. She didn't lend ears or hands or shoulders and will never lend any parts of her body to anyone. Unless it was...... no one. Because none of her siblings mattered anymore. She wouldn't even donate blood to them if it was a matter of life and death. They left her on her ass, and not even Scott came to give her a hand. She was going to just return the favour. Hannah loved her brother like no tomorrow. He understood her, made her feel like she was worth a space in this world. And then he just goes ahead and leaves her high and dry, pregnant and scared like no tomorrow. She had no idea what to do. Scott was supposed to help her. Help her go through this pregnancy. He was supposed to tell her everything's going to be okay, that he'll be there no matter what. Lies! They were all just pretty little white lies that. She believed them. Trusted that they'd do whatever she needed them to do. No. Her own family abandoned her. Treated her no better than a deathly contagious stranger. She understood what Isaac was going through, but she knew, for certain, that her mother would never accept money to have Hannah gone. Even if she was pregnant at the time because in the end, Hannah was still her daughter.

"Well this is going to be another bitch thing to say, but..... I can't believe your parents would even take the money in the first place. From what I can tell, they love you, but Jesus. There's something fucked up about them." He sounded so nonchalant about it. It pissed her off. No person would be okay with their parents being bribed to send their child away, and then have them actually take the bribe. That's messed up. More messed up than any of these kids here. How did his parents live with the guilt? Because she was sure as hell that she wouldn't be able to so much as breathe through that kind of guilt. Sending Noah away for money? She'd rather sell her body on the streets. She'd get money and be able to keep her child. If her father suddenly bribed her to get rid of Noah, she'd rather have him kill her first. No way was she ever going to let Noah to fend for himself. Ever. She'd do everything in her power to ensure that Noah knew that she'd never abandon him like her parents did with her. Because the feeling of knowing that you had no one to fall back on.... it's a definite shitty feeling. There were so many times that she needed her family to catch her when she lost her balance, figuratively, and yet they don't even glance at her cry for help. They just sat there reading their newspaper, doing their homework, texting, feeding the dog, etc etc. Well it didn't matter anymore. That was then, and this was now. No more helping. No more being nice. No more anything that ever made her feel good about herself. The old Hannah was gone. Had died with her mother. That weak, poor little, pity party, I'm-such-a-screw-up Hannah was no more. Until she got here. It was like she entered some alternate universe where all her old personality traits came back. What a weak little girl. Can't even last being mean.

She scoffed when he told her that he's just a nice guy who's nice to people. Nice guys don't exist anymore. They're off in some deserted island far far away, wondering how they ended up here, leaving all the girls with the assholes, the "women belong in the kitchen", never want to have kids, I'm the king of the frickin world guys. Yeah, it was more than hard to believe that there's still nice guys around. "Tell me about it. Half the kids here are just normal rebellious badass teens." She agreed, knowing that Isaac probably really didn't belong here. That there was no reason for him to be here. Hannah.... well Hannah probably deserves to be here. Maybe. Depending on how you look at it. She didn't really understood why this is more of a disorder than it is a condition or sickness. Whatever. She didn't have the interest to question why she belonged here. As long as there's a way out, that's all that matters right now. "Besides, you seem nice enough, why shouldn't I be nice to you?" Yeah, why shouldn't he be nice to her? She deserved a little kindness, did she not? No. There were too many reasons as to why he shouldn't be nice to her. "Why? Because I don't do friendship. I don't get attached. Don't want to get attached. I hate goodbyes, and people only let you down. I'm a bitch, I say things to purposely hate someone. I'm weak, I'm vulnerable, and I've got a bigass temper. I killed my own mother. I could kill you, you never know." She said, almost yelling it at his face. But she did yell out "I killed my own mother" rather loudly and angrily. He just generally shouldn't be nice to her because she didn't deserve it. Will never deserve to have someone be as kind as Isaac towards her. He needed to be nice to someone else. Anyone but her.

[isaac mason brexton]

"No, it was my decision," he told her. "They didn't want me to go, but I knew how much it would help," he explained. "My sister's got down syndrome and there's this great school she could go to but we couldn't afford it. That's why I left, that's why the money's for," he told her. "They've done so much for me so I thought it was time I did something for them," he told her with a smile. It was his decision not theirs and he knew how much it was going to help.

"Yeah, I'm just hoping that's going to get me out quicker," he told her. If he was normal enough and stay at level one, then he would be out of there in no time. Isaac had plans and he was going to get them done no matter what. Luis had helped him get on the right track but this was what he wanted to do. He wanted a better life, he wanted to do something decent with it and now it seemed he could actually get there. It wasn't just a thought, it was a possibility and that made everything seem just a little bit better.

Isaac watched her little rant. She was really trying to have him not like her but Isaac had already made his mind up and he was stubborn so his opinion wasn't going to chance quite so easily or quickly. "That," he said, starting to talk about her mother's death as he took her hand, "Was not your fault," he told her. He knew people who were just plain homicidal who showed no remorse and this girl seemed to be very defensive about it all. She was hiding too much to be the sort of person she just described and Isaac wasn't sure how many might get close enough to see that but he certainly did.

"Say what you will, it's not going to change my mind," he informed her. He had already decided to help this girl and that was that. Whatever happened after that he would just have to deal with.

[ruby2]

Isaac did all this for his sister? Hannah was dumbfounded, trying to wrap her mind around this. He was doing all this because he wanted the best for his sister. Maybe that wasn't so far fetched from what she'd do for Noah. Now she understood why he wanted to help. While neither Hannah nor Noah has down syndrome, he knew what she was feeling and understood her intentions. Is that what it's like? To have a brother who would do something like that for you? To have a family care so much about you that they're willing to leave for your happiness? She would kill to have that feeling again. To be safe in the arms of her family. To know that she didn't always have to be the strong one and protect everyone. But she can't falter because she's the first line of defense, so she's gotta be ready, be strong, be brave, and fight until death. "Maybe you are a nice guy who's nice to people after all." She teased, letting out a small smile that never reached her eyes. The wind blew by, dancing with her golden blonde hair, tingling her face. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the wind in her face. It was so.....relaxing. She felt chills going down her spine, but it was like the wind was saying hello. When the wind blew and the leaves would just twirl in circles, it'd remind her of kids in a playground, laughing, having the time of their lives. The leaves would dance and dance and dance until the wind had to say goodbye. And then they'd lie there on the floor, out of breath, dizzy, a goofy smile on their face. The wind passed by, the feeling of happy children gone. She opened her eyes again, turning to look at him. "I think she's a very lucky girl." She told him, "Your sister, I mean." She turned away. She was lucky too. A long time ago. Scott would have done the same thing for her, hands down, no hesitation. But people change. They forget that life should always be forgiving. In her opinion anyways.

It seemed like she wasn't the only one who was dying to get out of this place. Not that it was bad because she knew that the staff here would do anything to make all of them comfortable, but there are just places that you'll never get used to. And Hawthorne Academy was one of those places. Hannah wanted to be able to look back in life and say, "I'm so glad I graduated from high school." She didn't want to be fifty years old and then look back on her life, thinking, I never should have dropped out of school. She wanted to finish high school, but there was just no way. No way around it. She couldn't possibly bother Isaac for that long with Noah. Her graduation wasn't another year and a half. That's if she graduates. But it didn't matter. School wasn't her first priority. Not anymore. "Do you think you'll visit your family when you get out? Maybe your sister?" She knew it was kind of personal, but she was curious. If she was his little sister, she would have wanted Isaac to visit her. It wouldn't have to be once a month, but maybe once in a year. That'd be nice. Just a little visit. It wouldn't hurt, right? Maybe. But it'd be nice to see him reunite with his sister some time. She was sure he's been dying to see her if he sacrificed so much for her.

"That," He started to say, before he took her hand in his, "was not your fault." Hannah almost cried right then and there. But it was. It was entirely her fault. She shouldn't have fought with her mother in the first place. She shouldn't have yelled or shoved or anything. She should have talked to her mother in a calm manner. But she didn't. When she pushed her mother, the second her mother stumbled, she knew her mother was going to fall overboard. She should have saved her mother. Could have. She should have risked the life inside her and save her mother instead. Should have sprinted and catch her mother's hand. She never meant to kill her mother. Never even thought about it. "Yes, it was my fault! I killed her Isaac! I pushed her and she fell over board. I could have saved her. I should have. But I didn't." She was hysterical by now, in the verge of crying and anger. His hand on her hand.... it was just too much. It was supposed to make her feel better, and she did for a split second. But she can't feel better. She's not supposed to feel better about killing her mother. She can't ever feel better for killing her own mother. "Say what you will, it's not going to change my mind" He told her, showing no sign of backing down. Hannah shook her head fervently, silent tears already streaming down her face. She pulled her hand away from his. "I should go." she whispered out to him, turning away before he could see all the tears. She couldn't stand to stay here any longer. He was trying to make her feel better, but she didn't want to feel better about anything. Whatever pain she's feeling now..... she deserves it. This is karma, and she accepts for consequences for her actions. She stared at her hands for a minute or two, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. Those same hands that she uses on a daily basis had pushed her mother to the brink of her death. She started to walk away, constantly wiping the tears away with the back of her hands. And out of nowhere, everything turned dark. She could still feel the tears running down her face, still understood that her eyes were still green, and that if anyone were to walk by, they wouldn't realize that she was temporarily blind. She stumbled over something, and she caught her balance for a couple of seconds before her knees went weak once again. There was nothing for her to do but to wait for the impact.

[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac just smirked. "When it comes to family and close friends then yeah," he admitted. He wasn't Mr. Nice Guy for just anyone. Isaac could be a wanker if he wanted to. He could be utterly horrible to someone should the mood strike but usually he was nice enough, unless the person deserved it.

Isaac just smiled when she said that Kara was a lucky girl. She was his baby sister, a little eight year old angel, there was nothing that Isaac wouldn't do for her. Kara was a beautiful little girl and he wouldn't let anything hurt her if he could help it.

"I don't know," Isaac told her honestly. The grandparents didn't want him there but there was always ways around that. "I talk to them pretty much every day but it's not the same I suppose," he admitted. He called them or they would call him and he would talk and tell them what he had been up to and how things were going. His mother even knew about Luis but she didn't mind so much if Isaac was happy. She only told him to be careful and she was happy that Luis was a reason for Isaac to actually try to graduate and do well and even go further.

"Maybe they'll come visit me," he told her. He was sure they would do that, even for a little while and he did miss them a lot. Isaac was no angel, he got into trouble quite a few times, that was how this whole thing got started but his family loved him anyway and he knew how lucky he was. That kind of thing was rare, especially at Hawthorne.

Isaac felt bad for her. If some of the students were unable to feel sympathy at one extreme then he was probably near the other extreme because Isaac could easily step into someone's shoes. He could see she was upset and he could understand it as well.

She pulled away but Isaac wasn't done talking to her. She was clearly upset and he couldn't simply leave her like that. "Wait," he called out but she kept going and in a moment, she stumbled as he caught up to her and for a second it looked like she might stand but Isaac managed to get her to catch her before she fell. With his hands on her, he gently pulled her into a hug and just held her there for a moment. He felt like she needed it so that was what he did, just held her for a moment.

Isaac was close to his sister, he knew when someone needed comfort and he was always there to give it. It was what he did best, though most might not expect it from the heavily tattooed teenager. "You were angry, upset. It happens. Sometimes it goes too far and things happen but you can't change you. You can only learn to live with it and move on," he told her. He wasn't the sort to be very philosophical or come up with wise sayings but when someone looked in need or something he always seem to find something to say. Every other time he didn't lacked the ability to say what he wanted to say, like with Luis and not being able to tell him how he really felt.

[ruby2]

"Family and close friends...." She repeated quietly. She was quiet for a little bit, thinking. He had to leave his family behind because of his grandparents, and yet he still loved and let people into his heart. Wasn't that hard? Having to say goodbye? Knowing that there might be a good bye in the future to his friends? "Didn't it hurt? Saying good bye to your parents? To your sister?" She asked curiously, wrapping her arms around her body, almost as if she was trying to stomach the pain. If he loved his sister as much as he sounded, then wouldn't it have hurt like tomorrow? If it had hurt like no tomorrow, why would he open up to new love, new friends? It would hurt in the end, right? When he graduates and goes to college, or move another state or country to pursue his career? Why not save himself from the pain? Wouldn't he rather not have to say goodbye if he didn't get close to anyone? If he was so nice to people and people wanted friendship, wouldn't saying goodbye hurt more than it's supposed to? Hannah.... she couldn't do it. She had done it once, and it was too painful. She has said goodbye one too many times. Leaving her friends, her family, her mother's grave, her room, her belongings, her life. But she was suffocating there. She was on the verge of starving to death, or jumping off a building. She had been given the choice of death, or saying goodbye to everything that was her. She had considered the death option plenty of times, believe me. She had thought, maybe if she died, her mother's death would be avenged. Right? A death for a death. Makes sense. It's equal that way. Wait. No. It'd be two deaths for a death. Was she going to risk her kid's life? No, but did she have a choice? Yeah, but it was between guilt and doing what's right. And her mother has always told her to do what's right. So she chose doing what's right and saying goodbye to her everything while the guilt was slowly eating her away. Hannah really hated herself. She wanted to bash her head against something until the blood was gushing out of her head and the guilt and torture bled out with it. But to no avail, the guilt will never go away. Kind of like Lady Macbeth. Her obsession to wipe away the blood from her hands, but it'll never go away. The memories haunt her night after night.

"No.... It's not the same." She told him, thinking of Noah. It's different because you don't get to hold them in your arms. It's different because you're here and they're not. It's different because when you talk to them, you have to picture their faces. It's different because you don't know how they feel. If Hannah could, she'd sprint through the world to see him again. Was it so wrong for a mother to want to see her son again? She was desperate. She'd shove someone off a boat again just to see Noah. Okay, maybe not. Probably hurt someone, maybe, depending how desperate she was, but yes, definitely hurt someone if that meant her being able to hold Noah in her arms again. No. No, she'd never hurt someone unless they deserved it. Physically anyways. Verbally, on the other hand, definitely. She didn't care who it was, she would verbally hurt you anyway. She sighed. Did he miss her just as much as she did? Did he long for her hold? Was he doing okay? God, she needed Noah so much right now. She couldn't go a day without thinking about him, wanting him, needing him. God, she's so pathetic. "Maybe...." She trailed off, wanting to say something but thought better of it and shut her mouth closed. She had wanted to say that he should be the one to go visit them, but a part of her didn't want him to leave, thinking that he'd leave and never come back- even though he had a boyfriend. But a part of her heart tugged at the thought of him leaving. What the hell? What was that all about? She thought to herself, wondering why she felt a small stab of pain in her heart. Something was seriously wrong with her.

She spoke too soon because the second she started to leave, her "disorder" started acting up again. One minute Hannah could see everything clearly, the next, she was blind as hell. She hated that, not being able to prepare for it. Especially when all the symptoms happened consecutively. Blindness, then muscle weakness or paralysis, and then fainting. But the fainting didn't come. At least. Not yet. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that the fall wouldn't hurt as much as it usually does. But at the same time, she was way too emotional right now to care if she fell over the lighthouse. The impact never came. Instead of the hard cold floor on her, it was a pair of hands. Isaac caught her and pulled her into a hug, her heart beating a million miles a minute. "Let go of me, Isaac." She told him, struggling against his embrace. But in truth, she wanted nothing more than him to hold onto her tighter, never letting go. Her tears were full blown now, crying and crying and crying. She kept trying to get away from his hug, but he held on. The more he held on, the more she cried harder- eventually going limp. Her forearm and hands laid against his chest, her forehead on the back of her hands, her whole body shaking from crying. "You were angry, upset. It happens. Sometimes it goes too far and things happen but you can't change you. You can only learn to live with it and move on," He told her, almost softly as if at any moment she would break. And she felt that she just might. She placed her palms over her ears, fervently shaking her head. She looked up into his eyes with her tear stained ones, pain etched on her face, broken. "I can't move on." She whispered out to him. As in, she didn't know how. And a little part of her didn't want to.

[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac just stayed silent for a moment. He didn't like to think of sad things like leaving his family or feeling homesick but she asked him a direct question and he didn't want to just shrug it off or ignore it since they were talking about just about everything now.

"Yeah," he said simply before looking out at the view, it was calming, that was why they came here. "But that's life for ya," he told her as he attempted a smile and managed just a hint of one. "Things happen and you make the best of it," he told her. That was just how it was. You got the cards you were dealt and you play the game in the best way you knew how.

Isaac just nodded. It was definitely different. Speaking to someone on the phone just wasn't the same as being with them. It was timed and it lacked something but it was good enough. It was better than not talking to them at all so for Isaac it would have to do for now.

"No," he said simply. He wasn't going to let her go. She was upset, she needed a hug, she needed someone to be there for her and at Hawthorne she had no one so Isaac was going to be it. He was going to help her out as best he could, in the only way he knew how. He would just be there.

She was crying now and he knew he had been right. She was upset and bottling it all up never helped anyone. Not that Isaac was an expert on these sorts of things. He had never been good at actually saying anything that meant anything.

"Yeah you can," he told her comfortingly. "It just takes time is all and you won't have to do it alone, you've got friends here. People who want to help you," he told her. He was going to help her if he could. Isaac could see how upset she was and he wasn't just going to leave her like this.

[ruby2]

When Hannah finally calmed down, and her tears stopped, she quickly moved away from his hug. What the hell was she doing? Not only did she confess to a complete stranger, she had let a guy hug her. Embrace her as if everything was going to be okay. When, in fact, nothing had been alright. It wasn't alright. And that it will never be alright. Just because he solved one little problem involving Noah didn't mean that he was allowed to see her showing weakness. Oh my God. She had shown weakness in front of a guy. What the hell was wrong with her? She hated showing her weakness and one little conversation and she's pouring her life story. To a guy. God. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! she thought to herself, wanting to hit her head against the rail repeatedly for her own stupidity. What was she thinking? She shouldn't have agreed to meet him here. Shouldn't have come here whatsoever. She quickly rubbed the stains of a waterfall from her cheeks, looking at everything except him. Why him? Why did he have to be the one she tells her life story to? Why couldn't it have been Summer? It should have been Summer. But Hannah has always found it easier to talk to guys. All through her life. Well, all through sophomore year, and the months before she was here. Guys came with less..... drama. They judge less. And they pretend they don't listen when they actually do, and want to say so much more, but all they do is pat her little head and go "Oh suck it up, princess." or "Oh boohoo princess, cry me a river." And that was it. That was all she needed. To have someone she could talk to. But this..... This was just too much. While she had in over due need of that hug, and that his hug sent her heart running a marathon, she hadn't expected to say so much. Or to say anything at all, really. Marilyn figured it out, but it wasn't a surprise considering she was the hbic, but she hadn't wanted to tell anyone. And neither Isaac nor Chance was on her "To Tell" list. Although, Chance only knew the need-to-knows. He didn't know any of the details that Isaac now knew.

"..... you won't have to do it alone, you've got friends here. People who want to help you," And that was it. That blew her over the edge. "Yeah, I do have to do it alone! Always have and always will. I don't need your pity help for poor little Hannah. And what friends? Friends come and go, and you guys sure as hell will go sooner or later. And those people you said would help me would send me to jail! They'll try to figure me out, and when they do, they'll take Noah, send him away, and then send me to the other side of the fucking world. Don't talk to me like you know me or Noah. Don't talk to me like you know what to do to help. You know what? Just go away. One second you make me angry and the next you make me feel some weird cheesy shit, and then I get angry. Just stay the fuck away from me." She practically yelled in his face. She was breathing hard, her shoulders rising up and down, her body now shaking with anger. Anger that she had shoved at Isaac. She regretted saying all those things and didn't mean it, but in some sick and twisted way, she wouldn't have taken it back. Isaac was confusing the hell out of her. One minute she feels safe in his arms, and then next he pissed her off like no tomorrow, and then he makes her feel happy. Hannah was generally confused enough as she was, and now she has all these mixed feelings towards Isaac and it was annoying the hell out of her. He really needed to stop being nice to her. Nice people confuse her too much. And she just can't handle more confusion right now.

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[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac was doing his best to help but then she just got angry again and he didn't know what he had done wrong. He was just trying to help her and she was going on a roller coaster ride of emotions. All he could do was wait on the side lines and try to help in what ever way he could. Words of encouragement wasn't going to help though. He could tell her it would get better but would it? Not unless she decided to help herself and try to fix it. There was only so much that he could do.

"Hannah," he said, not really knowing where to go with it. He wasn't good with words and while he had said a few good things and had a few good points tonight he was stuck. Maybe he had used up his quota for the day and would now have nothing else to add.

"You can get angry if you want to but I'm still going to help if I can," he told her. She was just angry and upset. It wasn't anything he had said or done so Isaac wasn't about to just quit and leave for no reason. She needed time to work through this and until then, he could just do whatever it was he needed to do in order to help her see her kid.

[ruby2]

Maybe it was just stress. Or maybe there was so weird shit going on. Or maybe it was just lack of sleep. Or lack of food. But most likely stress or lack of sleep. Yeah, sweet invisible Hannah had a temper. A temper she had adopted when she was pregnant with Noah. Like the saying goes "Old habits die hard" or something like that. She wondered where the father was. The father of her child. Was he off in some foreign country, still hiding from her father's wrath? Did he fuck up another girl's life? Did he take care of that baby? Hannah hated that guy with a passion. If he ever saw his face within a country near her's, he would be pummeled so far down the ground, he'd be meters away from the Earth's core. She never wanted to hear of him again. Never wanted to see, hear, smell, or taste him ever again. And for the sick minded people out there, she meant taste him as in kissing him. Get your mind out of the frickin gutter.

Just the thought of this asswipe made her hands curled into fists, and at any moment, she was ready to strike. Whoever, whatever. As long as she got to punch. Her jaw clenched, her teeth gritted against each other. That mother son of a gun was going to pay for what she had to go through. This was all his fault. All his goddamn fault. So yeah, he better run and hide and make sure she never came close to him. Or else he'd be a dead man. Wait, man doesn't suit him. No. He'd be a dead boy. He better pray day and night for his own safety because she was not going to let him get away with this. She was going to get her revenge and she was going to enjoy it.

And this guy. This guy was too goddamn persistent for his own good. He keeps insisting on helping her no matter what. Why can't he see that she didn't want to see him around? She didn't need him. Or anybody else for that matter. She's been fine on her own before, and she'll be fine on her own now. Why couldn't he understand the concept of her being a cold hearted murderer? She killed her own frickin mother! She wouldn't have a problem killing the whole damn student body here. She'd regret it later and feel bad, but she would not feel guilt or anything, really, while she was killing off the school's students and staff.

Half moons formed against her palm as she tightened her fists. It took a lot of self control to not punch Isaac, but she knew she'd feel like shit if she did. So she spun around quickly on the tip of her toes, walking away from the scenery and towards the door. For a second she didn't realize she had gotten her sight back. She blinked a couple of times. When did she get her sight back? "Fuck, this..... thing is pissing me off." She said to particularly no one, referring to her disorder. Without thinking twice, she punched the lighthouse wall, the metal dented a little with the shape of her knuckles. Her hand started to bleed, but she barely noticed.

[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac watched as she moved toward the door, trying to leave. It made sense and it had been one hell of a night so it made perfect sense for her to be upset as she was and to want to leave and get away from this conversation entirely.

"What thing?" he asked but his words were probably drowned out by the sound of her fist hitting metal and Isaac flinched even though it wasn't him, it was familiar and he knew it would have had to have hurt.

"You're bleeding," he said simply, stating the obvious. She was probably aware of it. It had to hurt but then she was angry and he knew what that was like too. Most of the stupid things he did was his own fault and from the influence of the friends he had but a few times he had been angry and he knew that she might not even notice it or care if she had injured herself like that.

"We should probably get back to the school, sort out that hand and all," he suggested quietly. They could clean the blood off at least and her get some rest if she was tired or just stay around and talk some more.

[ruby2]

"You're bleeding" Isaac pointed out, and Hannah looked down at it as if she's never seen her own hands before. It was bleeding. Oh. "No duh sherlock." She couldn't help herself. It was like word vomit where she can't stomach it and it just comes out. But she continued to stare at her hand anyways. Was this supposed to hurt? All she was feeling was a little numb, like she couldn't feel..... anything. All she could think of was, Glad I didn't hit Isaac. Though, I wonder how much it would hurt... She shook her head. It's hurt like a mother effer, of course. There was no doubt about it. But Hannah never figured she'd be remotely this strong. Guess it was just a heat of the moment thing. Kind of like that thing where mothers could lift a train for her child to get out from there. Kind of like that, but not really. The blood dripped and dropped onto the wooden floorboards. She couldn't help but just look in fascination as it splattered onto different areas, each patter of a drop, different. Kind of like snow flakes. There's never a same flake. They're all original, special in their very own way.

"We should probably get back to school, sort out that hand and all." Her eyes quickly snapped to his. Uh no. There was no way she was going back there. At least not yet. "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt." She said hurriedly, as if she was trying to hide something, but she has nothing to hide. She just didn't want to go back yet. Why would she want to go back? She wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyways. Call it jet lag or whatever, but all this stress was bothering her, and she knew for certain that she'd never be able to go to sleep until the stress was gone, but that was just not possible. Hannah flexed her fingers, curling them into a fist and uncurling them, hissing in pain every time she moved them. Now it hurts. Damn it. Well nice going Hannah. Real smart. Punch another wall, why don't you? Hannah didn't need another reason for the people at Hawthorne to say she's dangerous and put it on her record. She was not dangerous. Just.... unstable. And has uncontrollable temper issues....

[isaac mason brexton]

She said it like it was obvious, as though she has noticed but then she just stared at it. Isaac knew she was in one of those states so he wasn't going to say anything at this point. He was no expert in situations like these. What did he know about helping a girl like her? Not a bloody thing. He was no counselor, what was he suppose to say to her? Was there even anything that he could say?

Her words came too quickly. She really didn't want go back there yet and would take having a bleeding hand over heading back to Hawthorne right now. Isaac didn't think it was so bad but then his perception of the place was quite different to hers. He had friends there and he was happy but he hadn't always been this way.

The first time he got there, he hated it. He hit a staff member and got iso for his trouble. It wasn't the best place to start out in but now it was a bit like home. He had good things going and it was alright but he had to leave it. He had to move on from here and that was fine too.

"You sure? You could at least sit down for a while," he said, not wanting her to fall over again for any reason. He wanted to get back to the school and fix up that hand but if she wasn't ready to then there wasn't much he could do about it. Either way, he wasn't going to simply abandon her, that wasn't how he was raised.