Into The Truth [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Eight

6th December 2010

Everything was a lie.

It made me wonder how much of everything did people really know. Did Nan know? Did dad know? Did anyone actually know? Burning thoughts had scored my mind leaving nothing but itchy and irritating thoughts. It was like they would not leave but instead, they'd scream until I'd react.

Plato once said, "Knowledge becomes evil if the aim be not virtuous." The knowledge I have now was both evil and yet not; I can tell you that it has settled the questions and yet the knowledge that I now know feels like torture. How many people live their entire lives in ignorance?

It was still the night, I suppose I should say it's really the 5th but it's two in the morning now so I suppose it would be inaccurate to do so. Despite my better judgement, I'd gone with both Scott and Derek as they'd offered a ride home (I'm aware of the dangers of taking offers from strangers but first of all they had answers, second of all my mind was reeling from what I'd seen, third of all I do not know my way around this town and I had no shoes on).

Scott had just been dropped off and now we were driving towards my own house. It was awkward, it was tense, and I refused to sit in the front seat beside Derek.

"How do you know my mother?" I asked, and he glanced up in the rear-view mirror before looking back to the road.

"Does it come to a surprise to you that people know someone?"

"I don't even know my mother. Yet in this town, two people have called me Camille on several occasions. Everyone in this town seems to know her except me so I'd like to know how you knew her...and what was going on with Scott."

"I don't think you want to know that."

"I think I do. His eyes were yellow...and I'm not mad so- it's something I'd like an explanation for and I know that you have it."

I still couldn't tell you how I found myself in the forest last night, or how I got to the school, or how my mother came to be involved but I knew all about werewolves, wendigo's, witches and everything in between. I know about the lie we'd all been told.

07th December 2010

I had the same dream again last night but mercifully I didn't wake up in the middle of the forest but instead in a pool of my own sweat within my own bed. That had led to a very lengthy shower since I had no intention of going to school smelling of sweat. That would be unfortunate for both myself and everyone else around me.

"Flo, you look a mess," Lydia's usual critical voice sounded from beside me. Humming, I looked up at her confused pressing my lips together as I did. I personally thought I looked fine since I was wearing a white t-shirt, a blue floral skater skirt, and a pair of boots. My hair was still damp from my shower but it was dry enough that no one would really notice it.

"Well, I have other priorities at the moment," I countered.

She hummed as if she thought the excuse was menial before she picked up my hand and dragged me to English. It was the first class of the day but I couldn't help but wonder all about the supernatural. So many questions hadn't been answered even though there were a few that had.

As we got into the classroom, Lydia took the row beside Allison and I looked around at the free seats before going to the free one next to the only other person I knew - Isaac. Offering a smile to him, I pulled out my pens before lying them out on the table and grabbing onto my notebooks.