"Laces on laces on laces. Maybe you didn't tie it up but someone else did?" Issac fell to the ground into a seated position with a thud.
Nightmares of others took away his dreams at night leaving the mental witch an insomniac on his best of days. In the day in which he had been taken and tortured he could no longer remember what it was to dream. The sounds of other minds a dim hum compared to the terror he saw in his mind when his eyes closed. No one seemed to understand that now. All they saw was him screaming, without listening to the sounds they formed.
Tears pooled at the edge of green eyes. For all the connections into the minds of others he had they left him alone. Elia sat outside the trailer, pacing like a momma-bird unable to save the chick who fell down the drain. Issac could feel her worry, their worry, and their whispers on how to help without knowing what was needed.
Curling his legs up protectively, Issac stared up at Alex. "Why do you want to hurt me? The stapler can't even help but I want to keep together so badly."