isaacicametowinlahey:

iamthefirechild:

One eyebrow ticked briefly. Half-truths, at best; there was no closet in the images that she’d picked up. But there was no point in calling him on it. “I did see. Not good. Scott. And you are?” Long fingers flicked through the phone’s menus quickly, hesitating over the ‘dial’ button while she waited for an answer. 

Isaac looked down and nodded, knowing he had to lie to her. He wasn’t going to tell a stranger exactly what happened, that he was triggered because someone pushed hum roughly, accidentally towards a freezer. “Isaac. My name is Isaac.”

Summer touched the key, listening to the ring. It rang several times before kicking over to voicemail. “Hello, Scott, my name is Summer, and I have your friend Isaac here. He’s suffered a panic attack and directed me to let you know. If you could call him back as soon as possible, that would be good.”

Looking back up to Isaac when she hung up, she said mildly, “Is there maybe an adult I can call now? Or will you let me take care of you? I’ve been there, panic attacks. At least let’s go sit you down somewhere more out of the way.”

isaacicametowinlahey:

iamthefirechild:

“Summer.” She refolded her legs, so they weren’t falling asleep, and looked at him, head tipped slightly. His breathing was fast, colour poor, and the remnants of the memory lingered in his eyes. Very blue eyes. “Are you alright now, chiyu? It looked like you were having a very bad time there. Is there someone I can call for you?”

“C-call Scott.. he’s in my phone… ” Isaac handed his phone to her, his body still shaky from the after effects of the attack. “I um… I got locked in the closet… I get panic attacks and just… I um well you saw what happens…”

One eyebrow ticked briefly. Half-truths, at best; there was no closet in the images that she’d picked up. But there was no point in calling him on it. “I did see. Not good. Scott. And you are?” Long fingers flicked through the phone’s menus quickly, hesitating over the ‘dial’ button while she waited for an answer. 

isaacicametowinlahey:

iamthefirechild:

/Oh, god./ Summer closed her eyes, wrenched with pity, hands fisted in her lap. No question — she would have to go in after him, however far down he’d gone. It was a risk, but when wasn’t using her powers a risk? Delicately, she laid her fingers on his hand, offering the feeling of safety, and stepped into his memory

              glass shattering
       hand wrenching
                              voice yelling

            fear pain love hate despair
painfear

“Take my hand.”

Isaac saw a light in his memory, a girl telling him to take her hand… He remembers taking it and then his mind is back in the present, his screaming waking him out of his trance. He was gripping her hand hard and then he looked over to who it belonged to. He let it go and backed away. “W-who are you?”

“Summer.” She refolded her legs, so they weren’t falling asleep, and looked at him, head tipped slightly. His breathing was fast, colour poor, and the remnants of the memory lingered in his eyes. Very blue eyes. “Are you alright now, chiyu? It looked like you were having a very bad time there. Is there someone I can call for you?”

isaacicametowinlahey:

iamthefirechild:

isaacicametowinlahey:

“Hey. Hey. Are you okay?”

Isaac was curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth just muttering that one phrase. “I can’t fix it… I can’t fix it…” he was obviously trapped in a memory.

Slowly, ready to dodge if he lashed out, Summer touched his shoulder. “Hey. Look at me. Chiyu, look at me.” Her fingers curled more strongly over the cloth of his shirt. “It’s not real.”