"There is no help. There is no songs to play or sing or sound out. The silence is louder than anyone knows and... it hurts." Issac curled his fingers into the back of his neck like he often did when his headaches got too bad. He did not want to be angry. It felt wrong in his body, but it pulsated there mirrored in the barrier between them. The boy who knew no fear had been forced into it, cracked open and reminded over and over again of this thing he knew nothing about.
"I-" He breathed out to try and not cry. "I just see so much... I feel unlocked... they tore me apart and it's all I see in the dark behind my eyes." His voice fell into a whisper. "I don't want to sleep... tell them I don't want to sleep because it might kill me again."