The Isaac Effect | My Life With The Walter Boys

Chapter 3 - Lost

I've never been one for sleep, and the crash just made my sleep habits worse. Ever since the accident happened, I've had nightmares imagining I was in the car, or watching the accident. Every time I end up surviving, but I am forced to watch my family not make it out alive.

Pretty morbid stuff.

I guess Jackie doesn't have the same issue since she is currently knocked out, you could hear her snoring from a mile away.

Back in the city I would just sneak out and walk over to the skatepark to skate for a few hours. Sure, it was dangerous, but it was the only way I could manage to fall asleep.

The country can't be more dangerous than the city, I think to myself.

Suddenly I'm rummaging through my bag, in search of my skateboard. Once I grab it, I sneak out of our bedroom, making sure not to wake Jackie. In all honesty that seems impossible considering it seems like she's in a coma. As a tiptoe down the stairs, I can hear blasting noises from the TV, and make sure to not make any noise.

How do I explain to someone that I can't sleep because I'm getting nightmares of my family dying in front of me? Especially to some stranger I've known for less than 24 hours.

I quickly unlock the front door and run far from the house. The dirt roads aren't as easy to skate on in comparison to the sleek New York City skateparks, but I'm working with what I got.

I connect my headphones to my phone and just skate.

How the hell did I end up here? Why couldn't Jackie and I just have stayed with our Uncle in New York City? As much as I felt like I no longer belonged in New York, I definitely don't belong here.

Suddenly I realize I'm crying. I get off my skateboard and sink onto the ground, tears streaming down my face. The longer I sit, the more I regret not bringing a hoodie with me. I look up from the ground to see where I am, all I can see is grass and a faraway forest.

Shit.

I'm lost.