Isaac Shay has moved from the city of Breckview, leaving behind the skyscrapers, hustle and bustle of everyday traffic, and all the memories of his recently deceased girlfriend, Laura Garrison, to join in with the quieter life of Claymoore. There is no guilt in his mind about her death, even though it was he that pushed her back in their apartment, causing her to fall from the balcony.
He wants to build a new life, make a new circle of friends, in Claymoore, but the citizens are anything but interested. Most of the citizens turn a blind eye to his existence, treating him as some sort of social disease if they have to come in contact with him, but he tries to shrug it off as small-town thinking. When he starts having nightmares, though, and starts seeing Laura in his everyday life, he learns that there is a secret to Claymoore, and it is a secret that threatens to destroy him.
Isaac Shay stood at the edge of the bridge, letting the wind push him back towards safety, towards his city that were trying to pull him back. He didn’t want to listen to the words that they were trying to feed him. He could hear them, sure he could, if he focused on them enough, but that wasn’t where his mind was at. Breckview wasn’t his home anymore; it wasn’t any more of a home to him than Claymoore had tried to be. He pushed his brown hair back again, becoming wet and darker in the light rain that was falling on his face. His light brown eyes darted around, seeing things around him that were merely shadows to the rest of the city. His mind was playing tricks on him again. It wasn’t going to stop.
The rain water was mixing with tears as it fell down to his chin, soaking his shirt. There was a clatter of noise behind him, people talking, someone trying to get his attention, but it was all blending together in Isaac’s ears. He heard someone yell again, perhaps it was his only real friend anymore in the world, but he didn’t acknowledge Cyrus Rudd. He didn’t want to give anyone any sort of attention, for fear they might change his mind. Cyrus had been a close friend, had meant something to Isaac, but that had all disappeared. Cyrus was a nobody now. They all were.
“Leave me alone!” Isaac screamed suddenly, most of it being drowned out by the approaching sirens. The police were going to talk him back, he knew it, but he didn’t want them to. He just wanted them all to go away. Everyone. The city. The voices. Laura. Her sweet face, always looking to him, always laughing at him. She knew what he had done, and how he had felt about it. There had been no guilt, no anger, and now she mocked him whenever possible. “Just go away!”
His voice began to break. He had been screaming a lot. It was hurting his throat, and he knew that if he screamed anymore, there would be that metallic taste of blood across his tongue. But he ignored it. He heard laughter again, and he knew who it was. He looked back, over his shoulder, and saw the beautiful woman with the strawberry blonde hair again. She was mocking him. They were all mocking him.
They would never leave him alone.
He was trapped in their endless game.