Brows furrowed. "I hear too much... I'm hearing too much... farther, longer, louder. But the music stopped playing." Issac could not understand how no one comprehended what he said. It was all so simple. It was all so amplified.
"Sleep is death. A rougher death." Issac rubbed his face, feeling light headed mixed with a constant undertone of pain. Going crazy would be the better option to what he felt. His body swayed even in a seated position, but he could not let himself sleep.
"If I sleep I need the stapler to pin my skin together first. I don't want to be torn apart." He tried to explain once more- or was it for the first time, he really could not remember.