Depths of the Mind [MalexMale] (ON HOLD)

Chapter [5]: We All Are A Little Crazy

(Michael's POV)

The sun was shining brightly and the birds' song was pure music to my ears, as I walked down the street along with Isaac. Everything was simply beautiful. It just felt nice to be.. alive, you know? I didn't know why, but a warm feeling started to engulf me the second I stepped out of the house. I simply loved to be outside.

However, it didn't pass long until I noticed that I was the only one feeling that way.

Isaac didn't look even close to being happy or at peace with himself. On the contrary, he looked kind of gloomy. I didn't exactly set out a purpose. I decided it would be best for us just to take a walk, but I noticed I was eventually leading him towards a park, located near to my house.

He was so close on giving up on the whole thing.

I made him agree earlier, but when the time to actually get out of the house came, he refused. That made me ask myself if this was the way he was, or this was someone else's doing, just like many more things I didn't know about.. not yet anyway.

With every step we took, his nuisance became clearer. At first, it was only a shade of gloominess, shade I would've found it hard to notice a week ago. But now, it was just plain visible.

''Isaac,'' I called his name, wishing he'd only be looking at me. He was just looking ahead of us..  ''Why don't you like being outside?''

A few seconds passed, in which I seriously thought he wasn't going to answer.

''I..  am not familiar with my surroundings.'' he said at last, but he didn't meet my eyes. Still, I was able to see that he gave me a quick look from the corner of his eye and that mattered to me. '' I don't have any sense of control.''

His answer, as weird as it could have sounded to someone else, made sense or some sense to me.

I was starting to believe more and more in one theory. His mother gone missing, his deceased adoptive father, his freaking grandma or the person he lived with before Jason found him and took him with.. that person might be responsible for his condition. His condition could be inherited, thing that I was planning to find out by talking to one if Isaac's previous psychiatrists one if these days and demand a more detailed background history.. but if that wasn't the case, one of his relatives could be responsible for everything.

Why would he tell me he doesn't like to be outside because he doesn't have any sense of control?

Stop with the assumptions, idiot. You don't know anything yet. Not yet, but I knew I was going to do anything in my power to change that.

I was caught deep in my thoughts and I didn't realize at first that we got to a crosswalk. There was a man in front of us, patiently waiting for the traffic light to display the green colour.

I was brought to reality when I could see Isaac suddenly tripping over. I couldn't even see on why the hell he tripped, but all I could see was him falling implicitly towards that man, because there wasn't much space between them. Alarmed, I immediately lunged forward trying to grab him, only to see him bashing into the stranger who had his back turned at us.

Isaac caught himself a few seconds afterwards, just when the stranger turned around.

Man, he looked pissed as hell. So.. he was that type of person wasn't he? He was the type of person who'd just throw a tantrum if you'd only as much as brush them inside a crowded bus.

''The fuck's wrong with you?'' He said in a bitter tone, addressing to both of us, and that was enough for me to start narrowing my eyes at him. This was not the time and I wasn't even in the mood to deal with shitheads like him.