Isaac (laheywolf) wrote in portland_logs, @ 2014-11-18 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, isaac lahey |
Who: Isaac and Allison in Jeremy's body
Where: Outside of the Argent household
When: Last night, after this
What: Anger issues galore
Warnings: Oh yeah. Language, explosive tempers, etc etc. :x
For someone that was already on edge as it was, Isaac realized as he shut off his phone that he really shouldn't have responded to Hayley at all. He wasn't even sure why he had, actually, but his self control hadn't allowed for anything else. Before he knew it, comment after comment was being written and posted, and he could feel himself get angrier with every second that passed. Who the fuck did Hayley think she was? Why did she get to just apologize, like it was really no big god damn deal? Why did she get to fucking move on while they were all stuck? While Allison had to deal with still being in Klaus' control? Why? WHY? The question kept circling in his head, and before he knew it he was hurling his phone against the wall with enough force to make it shatter on impact. He didn't care, though. Did it fucking matter?
It was getting hard to remember what it was like to not be angry all the time. To not feel like his skin was inside out, to not feel like a ticking timebomb that would go off at any second. Isaac constantly told people that he was fine, that he was okay, and he even acted the part, but he wasn't. He knew he wasn't. There was a precipice that he could feel himself falling into. Sometimes it'd feel like he was just on the edge of it, staring down at the darkness that threatened to swallow him whole, but other times he could feel that darkness swirling in. It made his blood boil, it made his insides feel like they were twisting painfully out of place. He was just angry. He was so fucking angry, and he didn't know how to stop it. Busting up walls hadn't done shit. Derek coming back hadn't even fixed anything, and while he'd never admit it, there was almost like a sense of annoyance that they had to mourn him and go through the motions for nothing. It was wrong and irrational, but Isaac just wasn't thinking straight. It was like that anger that kept boiling inside of him was changing him, reprogramming him, but he didn't know how to fix it.
Just how he didn't know how to fix Allison. She was okay, technically there was nothing wrong with her other than being in some guy's body, but Isaac couldn't forget how she had fought him and Scott in her efforts to help Klaus. That fucking asshole that didn't deserve to be helped, the very same one that Isaac still regretted not marching in and tearing him to pieces after he had been scorched up by that witch, but there was always that nagging thought that made him wonder if Allison would kill him to save Klaus. It was the compulsion, and he knew it, but how far would things go next time? Would they be able to reach her? Would she actually stop next time around?
So, no. Isaac wasn't okay, but then again, it didn't feel like anyone was. Everything was fucked up, so fucked up, and he didn't realize he had been pacing in his room like a caged animal ready to pounce. The thought of calling Scott so he could help ground him crossed his mind, but his phone was shattered on the floor. His eyes ventured over to the light that was coming from Allison's room across the street, and without another thought he left the house so he could sneak over to see her. Instead of ringing the doorbell or even letting himself inside, though, Isaac did what he had been doing the past few days - he began climbing along the side of the house so he could check on Allison from a distance. With the 'mood' that she had been in ever since the change, mixed with his own rage issues, he knew he had to keep his distance as much as possible, so stalking staying at a distance had been his approach. And he had been doing a good job at it, or so he thought...until he caught a scent and made him look back down as he paused in mid climb. Only to find Allison (Jeremy?) watching him, as if she had been expecting him.
Well. This was awkward.
"...hey."