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Isaiah Jacobs (Sort of prolouge)

        Our blood mixed together with the dirt in the sink basin of the crappy apartment basement. Her beautiful smell lingered on my leather jacket and leaned down, pressing my face into the smell of rain. Her beautiful face was implanted in the back of my eyelid. Her beautiful, fearless face. It was almost as though she had no fear, no pain. Like she was completely content with just being there. 
        The metallic smell of blood drifted through her scent. I was covered in it. It fell from my hands and face. The red color melded with the ink on my arms. The sight only reminded me of her tattoo's. Damn! Why the hell can't i get her out of my mind!? Her smell, her eyes, her hair, her voice, her... her... everything. I felt like I was suffocating in her, and i was enjoying every moment. 
        Shit, i've never felt this way about a girl. About anyone. I am constantly thinking of her and the way she acts. 
        I miss her, I need her. I love her......
        Fuck.

Remy Williamson

        "Missy?" I asked again, trying to gain her attention. Her eyes shifted back to me and the corners of her mouth twitched down. "Missy, I asked you a question."
        "I heard you, Remy" She replied with unchararcteristic hostility. "I just didn't want to answer" She mummbled quietly to herself.
        "What was that?" I asked with a small smirk.
        "Nothing, dear" she said with feigned enthusiasm. "Ummmm no, I have not heard from William." She said, pausing in between every few words. She held the coffee mug tighter in her hand, surveying my hands, checking for an infection in the scars as I washed the dishes. The doctor said i wasn't supposed to put any chemicals on them but i was never one to follow rules very well.
        "Where were you last night, Hon?" she asked. I hesitated and ran a thumb over the tattoo on my wrist. Missy raised an eyebrow and peered at me. "Remy?" she said, getting ready to chastise me.
        "Oh, umm, nothing, i just went to the bar with Micah." I wasn't lieing. I just wasn't telling the truth. I did meet micah at the bar, and then i went to the race track. I knew i wasn't supposed to go there, but i couldn't help it. 
        "Oh, yeah? Well have her over soon, i miss her smiley face" Missy said, her new orleans accent kicking in slightly. I nodded, whiping the last dish clean.
        "Well, I'm gonna head to bed. See you in the morning?" i said, putting the dish in the cupboard and wincing on the inside as my ribs ached. 
        "Oh, you know, what? I've got to work early tomorrow"
        "Alright the. Goodnight." I said, giving her a soft wave and heading down to the basement.

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        The cars spead around the round track in a roar, the dust kicking up behind every wheel. The engines gunned and I smiled. A figure walked slowly to the middle of the track, casually. Once getting to the middle, they turned. Isaiah flashed me one of his glorious smiles. Then one of the cars came around the corner. The man in the front seat stared right at me. My smile faded as i realized what my father was doing. I tried to shout at Isaiah but he couldn't hear me. The 98' chevy came closser and closser to Isaiah. A grotesque smile spread across my fathers face as he pushed the pedal down. Dream me screamed as Isaiah's beautiful soul was crushed into the grill.
        I awoke with a start, a hot sweating mess, my ribs aching more than ever.
        "Mother fuck." I whispered to myself, heaving over the bed. My feet pattered across the floor as i walked over to my bookshelf, pulling out the box that held semi-bliss. I popped three small pills in my mouth. They where more like pain-duelers than killers, since they never actually finished the job. The only reason i resisted taking them was that they gave me stupid nightmares. So i could either have insomnia from pain or insomnia from nightmares. Pick your poison, rem. 
        I Heard the coffee machine gurgle slightly and i grabbed a blanket from the chair next to me, rushing up the stairs for caffeine. The white mug steamed  and made my hands warm. The paperback i left on the kitchen table taunted me slightly. I picked it up and curled up on the couch, occasionaly sipping coffee. 
        I was about a chapter in when some dip-weed decided to ruin my morning routine by nocking on the door. 
        "do you know what fu-" My fury was lost in a sea of blue-green eyes and black hair. "Isaiah" I said. He nodded and gave a small wave, avoiding my gaze. I wasn't sure why, but i wasn't going to push it. 
        "Hi rem." He was the only person who could get away with calling me that. 
        "What the fuck are you doing here?" In my fluster of confusion, i forgot my manners entirely.  "Sorry, umm, come in. I stepped away from the door to let him in. "Do you want something to drink? Coffee, a glass of water? Where all out of the food genre though" I said, rembering my manners and trying to lighten the heavy air.
        "No, thank you." He said, his symphonic voice filling my metaphorical holes. I grabbed my coffee mug off the counter and sat down at the kitchen table. He took a seat across from me. I tugged the blanket around my shoulder a little more, attempting to cover the scars and tattoos. He watched my hand as it passed my collar bone.
        Isaiah? What are you doing here?" I asked after a moment of silence. He looked up at the ceiling, then at his twitching hands. He inhale and exhaled deeply. "Did you want that glass of water now?" i asked cautiously. 
        He paused slightly and then gave in. "Yeah. Thanks" he breathed out as i got up and reached for a glass. When i reached up, my fingers slipped and the blanket fell from around my shoulders, and down tot he tile floor. My muscles where stuck together. I couldn't move. My left hand fluttered to my collarbone and pressed on the spot, trying to inflict pain, just so i could move. It worked, i flinched out of my shock. I stayed calm, believing that it was very possibly that he didn't see anything. I filled the glass with water and slowly turned, looking at isaiah. He was watching me thoughtfully.
        Shit. He'd seen the whole thing. the whole damn thing. i swallowed my damn pride and sat down across from him, sliding the glass halfway across the table, careful to keep my arms covered. My fingers traced patterns on the wood as he stared at me intently. Finally I couldn't take it any more.
        "What?" I snapped. Avoiding his gaze but no longer invested in the patterns of my table. Whatever lost feeling he seemed to have a second ago was gone.