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[The return text comes a few hours later. It takes half an hour for Adam to even write it.]
Who?
Who?
[ Isaac was beginning to think he was dead... or maybe asleep when the text jolts him out of his own thoughts. ]
uh you were going to stab yourself and I found you.
[ Oh so eloquently put. ]
I guess you didnt actually stab yourself which is good.
uh you were going to stab yourself and I found you.
[ Oh so eloquently put. ]
I guess you didnt actually stab yourself which is good.
[Oh. This guy.
Again, there's a long pause between replies. Concentrating on the task is a delicate operation, more delicate than Isaac probably realizes when he gets another simple, short message.]
You think having something else walking around in your body is good?
Again, there's a long pause between replies. Concentrating on the task is a delicate operation, more delicate than Isaac probably realizes when he gets another simple, short message.]
You think having something else walking around in your body is good?
[ This guy.
The annoying guy that refused to let Adam be, because for some reason he's becoming morally bland. But his words cause Isaac to snort, it's a good thing they're not on video or audio. Yeah, being a werewolf isn't too different. ]
No I think you living and breathing is good. Im sure having something else walk around in your body sucks. Especially hardly being able to control it.
The annoying guy that refused to let Adam be, because for some reason he's becoming morally bland. But his words cause Isaac to snort, it's a good thing they're not on video or audio. Yeah, being a werewolf isn't too different. ]
No I think you living and breathing is good. Im sure having something else walk around in your body sucks. Especially hardly being able to control it.
It's not.
[He can't make his fingers type out any other message. No matter how long he stares at the phone, no matter how long he tries to hold onto his precious moments of clarity, he can't think of anything else but that. It's not good he's alive. It hurts. Deep down in the parts of him that still feel like the old Adam, he's scared all the time even when there are people in the room to keep him from clawing ribbons out of his skin. If he had the choice, he'd rather be nothing than be in Hell.
And this? This isn't living, no matter what anyone says. This is one degree away from Hell in all the ways that matter, or so it feels like on days like these.]
[He can't make his fingers type out any other message. No matter how long he stares at the phone, no matter how long he tries to hold onto his precious moments of clarity, he can't think of anything else but that. It's not good he's alive. It hurts. Deep down in the parts of him that still feel like the old Adam, he's scared all the time even when there are people in the room to keep him from clawing ribbons out of his skin. If he had the choice, he'd rather be nothing than be in Hell.
And this? This isn't living, no matter what anyone says. This is one degree away from Hell in all the ways that matter, or so it feels like on days like these.]
[ There's a bit of time between Adam's text and Isaac's next one, he wasn't ignoring Adam, no, he was trying to decide what to say to that.
Isaac doesn't know this guy's bag, and that makes him a bit uncomfortable. For all he knows the boy could have experienced something like him, or even worse. Some of the people here have seemed to go through a lot of stuff that Isaac wasn't even sure was possible... ]
Why?
Isaac doesn't know this guy's bag, and that makes him a bit uncomfortable. For all he knows the boy could have experienced something like him, or even worse. Some of the people here have seemed to go through a lot of stuff that Isaac wasn't even sure was possible... ]
Why?
I've been possessed before.
[He doesn't care whether other people believe him or not, or even if anyone's reading these messages. Maybe this is all in his head. Either way, Michael had been real and he'd let Michael in. That's the truth. Admitting the Mirror wasn't the first he'd had to share his body circles around another truth, the larger truth, which is that where he and Michael had ended up had gutted him.
He can't care about living and breathing when he's not sure he's really living to begin with.]
You wouldn't want to hear the rest unless you like horror stories.
[He doesn't care whether other people believe him or not, or even if anyone's reading these messages. Maybe this is all in his head. Either way, Michael had been real and he'd let Michael in. That's the truth. Admitting the Mirror wasn't the first he'd had to share his body circles around another truth, the larger truth, which is that where he and Michael had ended up had gutted him.
He can't care about living and breathing when he's not sure he's really living to begin with.]
You wouldn't want to hear the rest unless you like horror stories.
[ Isaac's had a lot of moments where he he has to remind himself that he is a werewolf and if werewolves exist so can other creepy crawlies or things that go bump in the night. It's gotten surprisingly easier to accept since he's come to wonderland. The urge to say "I'm something out of a horror story." is suppressed, but just. ]
Possessed? by what?
Possessed? by what?
Would you believe me if I said an angel?
[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
They're not what anybody thinks.
[Everything about his life is insane. Adam can't make excuses for it. It'd been insane before, when monsters had tied him down and promised to kill him slow so they could enjoy their revenge, and it hadn't stopped since.
If he can't comprehend it, he doesn't expect anyone else to. But the truth is the truth.]
They're not what anybody thinks.
Edited 2013-11-20 22:45 (UTC)
[He doesn't expect someone to take him seriously on this subject; he wouldn't, and even Dean had told him to suck it up in not so many words. Still, it's morbidly interesting to put some of this feeling into understandable sentences. Like a poet, kind of. Only instead of poetry about how awesome and wonderful angels are, he gets to put words in order and paint a picture about how the sons of bitches had utterly ruined his life.
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]
It's almost therapeutic.]
It's not a finding Jesus thing. They're real, but they don't care about looking after people. Last I knew, they were taking over people's bodies to start the apocalypse or whatever. Least that's what happened to me.
They're hanging around here. If one wants something from you, take my advice and say no. You're better off dead. Possession's worse than that.
[Ironically, he'd never been much for oversharing over the internet before Wonderland. He's curious to see how long it'll take for the person on the other end to just stop replying, unable to swallow what Adam's feeding him.]
Sound off, black sheep. You still walking and talking?
[This isn't a very promising message to find.]
Did something happen?
Did something happen?
No, take it easy, nothing happened. I was just making sure you haven't gone all Full Metal Jacket up there.
[A couple of minutes later, Adam sends his reply. If there's no emergency, then their roles in this Wonderland drama are getting murky again.]
Would it matter if I have?
Would it matter if I have?
[Frankly, by this point, Dean's expecting him to stop responding entirely at any moment.]
No, I'm just asking so I can take your bedroom when you finally snap. I like the curtains.
No, I'm just asking so I can take your bedroom when you finally snap. I like the curtains.
I think Michael already called dibs.
[He'd be the one stepping over Adam's dead body to get to Dean, anyway. They could meet in the middle and have a good old-fashioned father-son reunion.]
[He'd be the one stepping over Adam's dead body to get to Dean, anyway. They could meet in the middle and have a good old-fashioned father-son reunion.]
Rule One- Michael's dibs never, ever count for jack squat.
[Nothing about Dean in a father-son reunion could ever really be called good, Michael or no Michael.
Especially not if curtains are involved.]
[Nothing about Dean in a father-son reunion could ever really be called good, Michael or no Michael.
Especially not if curtains are involved.]
[Adam can't resist. Dean texting him out of the blue is like a challenge, a challenge to keep his emotions in check.]
They did with you.
They did with you.
Trying to claim dibs and actually getting them are two different things.
[Which is to say, Michael ended up with back-up dibs. Sorry, Adam.]
[Which is to say, Michael ended up with back-up dibs. Sorry, Adam.]
Texting to snoop on me and reminding me how I died a second time are two different things, too.
Give yourself a pat on the back for me.
Give yourself a pat on the back for me.
[Great. That's great. That's exactly what he meant to do. He sighs. Types, deletes, types, deletes, bangs the phone against his forehead, and tries again.]
Look, sorry. I didn't mean it. When you live the kind of life I live, joking about it's just kind of what we do.
Look, sorry. I didn't mean it. When you live the kind of life I live, joking about it's just kind of what we do.
And I'm not snooping. I'm just checking in. Making sure you're holding up okay. Not asking about your love life and whether or not you're paying taxes.
[He throws his phone aside, leaving the message unanswered for most of the day. He can't be bothered. He can't be bothered to take the moral high road when the half-brother who'd all but admitted he'd left his mother for dead and left Adam to suffer in that place is trying to be funny.
When the day is almost done and he's too tired to care, he digs the device out from where he'd thrown it into his bed covers.]
You meant it, you don't have to pretend. We've established I'm nothing like you.
[He's not part of this "we" Dean talks about, and he's not worth the same amount as Dean.]
And I'm pretty sure we already talked about this.
When the day is almost done and he's too tired to care, he digs the device out from where he'd thrown it into his bed covers.]
You meant it, you don't have to pretend. We've established I'm nothing like you.
[He's not part of this "we" Dean talks about, and he's not worth the same amount as Dean.]
And I'm pretty sure we already talked about this.
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