“Good morning mista Isaac!” Came a familiar voice.
“...Good morning Riley,” I groggily replied. “Did I leave my window open?”
Riley had an irritated look in her eye. “I made breakfast for you, the least you can do is make me feel welcome,” she said.
“That breakfast you made looks a lot like the instant food from the corner store...” I said, eyeing the bag she brought in with her.
“I microwaved it with love,” she beamed.
This marks the second time I've seen Riley since coming home last night. The first time was when I caught her staring at me through the curtains of her bedroom. She was just as excited then as she is now.
She looked at me curiously as she struggled to free my spork from it's plastic wrapping.
“...Thank you... For everything. For saving me, and for bringing me breakfast,” I said.
She shook her head, “No,” she said. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I asked.
“Thank you for coming back,” she said. “I missed you... We all did.”
“That's twice now that she's saved your sorry ass,” came Tessa's voice from the doorway.
“You sound disappointed,” I said.
“Do I?” She said as she sat down at my desk and slowly spun around. “That's because I am.”
Riley jammed the spork into a questionable looking hamburger steak before proudly presenting it to me. I took it more out of pity rather than actual desire to eat it.
“So, did I miss anything while I was dead?” I asked.
Tessa's turning stopped with her back to me.
“Well, let's see. There was the fall exams, Amanda is still a tramp, and that's about it,” She said.
Riley looked far too cheeky. She opened her mouth to speak, but Tessa held a hand up.
“Shut it, Riley,” she said.
“Not another word, or I'll spork you so help me-”
“TESSA HAS A BOYFRIEND!” Riley blurted out.
Tessa flew out of the chair and dove atop Riley. They rolled across the floor, Tessa shouting insults and threats all the while Riley was laughing maniacally. At some point my spork was confiscated and held against Riley's throat.
With one hand around Riley’s throat, Tessa pointed the spork at me and growled,
“If I hear so much as a snicker from you, I will mess you up.”
“It's really difficult for me to take you seriously when you're brandishing a spork,” I said as I nibbled on my meat lump.
“I've killed people with less, it won't take much to make you any uglier,” she said with an intense look.
I looked to Riley for help, but she was playing dead. Coward.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Quin appear in the hallway.
Between us, a gate in time had opened, and for a moment Emmy was standing outside my room. We were kids again, and my sister, my best friend was still here. She-
Quin dashed across the room and wrapped her arms around me.
“Why are you crying?” She asked.
I wrapped my arms around her, and hugged her tightly.
Emmy, I miss you so much... Is it ok, for me to be happy? Is it really ok?!
“Isaac?” Riley’s voice felt so distant.
I opened my eyes, and for a moment, Emmy was still in the hallway. Her hair was still in a pony tail. She was wearing her one piece pajamas with the caterpillars on them. With a knowing look in her eyes she smiled from ear to ear and nodded.
I exhaled for what felt like the first time in years. My grip on Quin softened. The weight of my past fell away from me, and with it the chains that had been dragging me down.
“Yea, I’m ok now.” They looked at me expectantly. “I guess I was just so shaken up… you know… Just knowing that somewhere out there some poor, misguided, masochistic young man is romantically involved with Tessa… It just brings me to tears.”
And with that, a chapter in my life came to an end, though not before I came to understand the raw killing power of a spork in Tessa’s hands.
I don’t know where things will go from here, and so much has changed, but one thing is for sure:
This changes nothing. My heart may beat a little softer these days, but I am still
No One’s Hero.
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Isaac was born to be the main character, and
he knows it. Though, were it up to him, that would
not be the case.
He wants a quiet life. A normal life. For seventeen
years Isaac has done everything he can to avoid
the lead role.
Supporting characters practically throw themselves
head on into Isaac's path as he desperately tries to
derail whatever Pilot Episode, Prologue, or Opening
their "Chance Meeting" might result in.
Isaac Gray might not be a bad guy,
but he is certainly
No One's Hero.