Isaac Daniels never took her sister seriously. Never, and when I say never, I mean never. He knew her from the moment M: He knew her better than nobody else. Isaac was three seconds older than his twin sister, and he always thought that made a difference.

The boy thought he was smarter, more mature. Anyways, everybody knew that boys were idiots, but Isaac thought he was better than everyone else. Including his sister.

Yet he didn't let it show. His self-esteem was a thin as a small branch, yet he seemed to lighten the room with a smile. Well, it's not completely true, but let's focus on our story.

This morning, Marilou had announced something weird....and really pathetic. She pretended that she saw a monster with tentacles all around it. Isaac bursted out laughing. It was impossible, he tried to convince himself.

Yet he had to admit that the manor made him shiver from the moment he came in. It really looked like a haunted house, in the horror movies. Isaac swallowed at the thought that the weakest characters would be the first ones to die in such a situation. Just like him.

His brain worked maniacally, yet no ideas were good enough. After the breakfast, Isaac took his time staring at himself in the mirror, reflecting his sister's words.

- Isaac, why are you staring at yourself like that?, Marilou questioned him, Don't tell me you're flirting with your reflexion!

It was a hour ago that she asked him this. His intrusive thoughts disturbed him, and yet he didn't know why so. The young boy stared at himself with a judging glare.

His black hair clearly needed a fresh haircut. He looked like he was wearing an upside-down bowl on top of his head. Really great contrast with his azur eyes, he thought before changing his mind.

Isaac wasn't good with fashion. Every day, he would wear the first shirt he saw in his closet, most of the time with joggings. Nobody commented his outfits, and yet he noticed those question marks in the other's eyes.

The teenager inclined his head. So what? Nothing was so special with the way he was dressing himself, mostly at fifteen years old.

Isaac sat on his bed's border, thoughtful. He always had someone on his mind. Twenty-four seven. Of nothing and everything, but mostly with his insecurities. With what his sister told him earlier, he felt less safe, effectively.

Why? He didn't have a single idea of the why or the how. His brain always found new ideas and new points of view- except when it concerned school. His notes never were higher than eighty, and he never understood what he did wrong. Although he spent hours studying, making his homework and thinking what mistakes he made, he didn't understand. His best note stopped at seventy-six.

The first time he had failed an exam, Isaac felt stupid and broken, but now...He didn't really care. He did his best, yet it always felt like everything he did was wrong. Looked like it.

Sitting down at his new work desk, Isaac looked at the clock: noon. He was hungry but he preferred to think about everything again. The boy glanced outside and shuddered. Numerous crows cawed, sitting on the roof.

Sighing, he tied his black hair in a very small ponytail: they annoyed him badly.  Isaac knew he probably looked stupid, but he would rather watch outside than look at himself in the mirror.

If Marilou came in, she's probably laugh in his face. A shiver ran along his spine as he saw something suspicious in the sky.

A shadow, as tall as three men, shaped like a ghost, flew in the air. Shocked, the young boy rubbed his eyes, pretty sure that he had dreamt.

His mind not at ease, Isaac shifted and suddenly found the wall very interesting all of a sudden.