•Issachar•
It seemed as though the howling wind never stopped. Never ceased to quiet. As I stared out the apartment lobby, I watched the direction the wind was going. Slight degree change but it headed North from the South.
"How's it going Isa?" Secilly punched my arm as he walked up to me. His hands were hidden in his pockets, as he smiled out at the storm.
"Don't call me that. My name is Issachar." I fired back. I looked him in the eye before I walked away. I sighed heavily in anger, as I retreated to my "safe haven".
My safe haven wasn't much of a place. It was simply the chair under the stairs. As I pulled my phone out of my pocket, I read the notifications. There was a missed phone call from my sister. The sister I hadn't seen in 7 years.
