“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.”
Isaac backed away from her, his eyes wide and glazed over, obviously caught in some kind of trance. “Please don’t hurt me! Dad please! I’ll be good just don’t bring me down there… Daddy please I’m sorry!” He had tears flowing from his eyes, just lost in the memory.
/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.”