chapter six
-Sincerity-

I used my car key to pull the last bit of cocaine out of the bag I had. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply. I let out a little cough before licking the key clean of all traces of the white powder. I picked up my guitar and strummed a G chord.

"It's out of tune." I turned around to see Isaac leaning against the door. He came and sat down in a chair across from me, and I hurriedly swept the small, empty bag of cocaine off of the table and under the couch, being as discreet as I could.

"I know." I quickly turned the tuning knobs and strummed the chord again. "Better. So what are you doing up so late?" I self-consciously brought my hand up to my nose, as if Isaac would know that I'd been snorting coke for the entire duration of our stay.

Isaac shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."

"No shit. It's hard to sleep in this house." I set my guitar on its stand and started tapping my fingers on the edge of the couch. "It's creepy."

"You didn't seem to be having any trouble sleeping last night." Isaac said bitterly. I could feel my jaw drop. There was absolutely no way that Molly was right. Someone so blind to Will's obvious affections couldn't be right about someone else's relationships.

"Please. Don't tell me you're jealous." I let out a high-pitched giggle, half out of nerves, and half out of the mind-altering substance that was floating around in my nasal cavities. "It's not like we slept together or anything. Well, we did, but in the very literal sense of sleeping, and not of…Well, you know." I rushed.

"How did you guys end up in there? Why? I mean, if you wanted to cuddle you could've done it in one of your own rooms. Instead, you had to go into some room that none of us even knew about and scare the shit out of us." I could hear a hint of anger in Isaac's voice. Or maybe it was jealousy…No, I couldn't let Molly's words fuck with my head. I knew it wasn't the cocaine that was making me think this way.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I'm not going to bother with it." I said, getting up. It was bad enough to have Isaac around while I was fucked up, but to have him asking questions about random scary occurrences as well? No way. "I'm going to bed." I told him, fully aware that I would not be able to sleep. I'd just light a candle and read a book or something.

I started to head out of the parlor room, and had a hand on the cold metal doorknob when Isaac's hand grabbed my arm. "Seriously, Sincerity. I want you to tell me what happened." His 5'11" frame towered above me, and he looked me in the eyes. I quickly turned away, knowing that my pupils were far too dilated for him to not notice it.

"Short version? Zac and I were smoking a cigarette on the balcony, when he heard a weird noise, we went to check it out, candles lit of their own free will, they led us to the door, we opened it, and when we stepped inside, it locked."

"Were you scared?" he asked, gently turning me around.

I hesitated. "Maybe a little. But, you know, I had Zac with me, so I-I was fine." I stammered. I felt his hand slide down my arm, and his fingers tickling my palm. I looked up at him. "Listen, Isaac…I didn't know you'd be so pissed off about that. Me and Zac, I mean."

"There's a you and Zac?" he asked, quickly pulling his hand away.

"No! Well, in the friend way, yeah, but…Not anything more than that. He's a little too adventurous for me." I laughed.

"So you don't go for the adventurous type…" It was more of a statement than a question. I sighed, decided to bring Molly's words to the front of my mind.

"Listen, Isaac, if you like me, just come out and say it."

I never would have said that if I were sober.

He looked taken aback for a moment, but a smile made its way onto his face. He nodded, and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. He tilted my face upwards, and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and put one hand on his arm. It wasn't a deep, passionate kiss - It was more a fairy tale, movie kiss. The kind where you always wish you could get it, but you never seem to. Yeah. It was one of those. The kind where you can feel your knees weaken.

He pulled away from me slowly, and I felt a smile creep up on my face. "So is that a yes, then?" I asked. The smile quickly disappeared from my face, however, when I looked around the room. "Isaac…?"

He looked towards where I was looking. One of the candelabras hanging from the wall had gone out, only to light right back up again. It repeated this pattern, over and over again. Soon, all of the candles were flickering.

A loud chord in a minor key flooded the room, and I jumped. Isaac's hand grasped my own as my breathing quickened. "Why is it always me?" I muttered, looking at the piano. Four keys were pressed down. As strange as it sounds, the piano started playing 'Moonlight Sonata', as if by its own accord. The stained-glass windows on the ceiling made shadows on the floor from the light of the full moon.

"We should get out of here." Isaac said to me softly, tugging at my hand.

I shook my head. "No. I'm sick of all this scary shit happening to me. I'm going to find out what the fuck it is, and I'm going to get rid of it."

A girl's laughter rang in my ears. "You can't get rid of me." She whispered. I couldn't see her, and I turned my head to look for her as the music ceased.

The candles weren't flickering anymore.

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