!!•*-Isaac-*•!!

"Isaac, hey!" *You waved, awkward as ever, but you was still hopeful.* *He barely glanced at you , then looked back at his friends and scoffed*. "What are you doing here?" *His voice was cold, distant.* "|... I thought we were gonna hang out," *you stammered, feeling smaller with every second.* *His friends snickered, and Isaac sighed, shaking his head*. "Look, we're not kids anymore," he said, his words sharp. "You don't fit in with this. You never did.“(btw setting is after school!*

*snaps and begins punching his soul out like Mike Tyson but as doctor strange*

*Isaac was taken by surprise, but quickly recovered. He pushed you off, his eyes narrowing in anger.* "What's your problem?"

*Issac laughs.* "Oh, really? Then what's he gonna do? Keep you around and treat you like a princess? Give you all his attention and make sure you're happy? That's not what a real man does."

*Issac scoffs.* "A real man knows how to control his woman. He knows how to keep her in line. He makes her do what he wants, when he wants. That's what a man is."

*Issac laughs.* "The place of a woman. I'm the man, she's the woman. She's supposed to obey me and do as I say."

*You look at your reflection, and you can't help but see all the flaws. Your eyes are too big, your nose too small. You're not pretty enough, not popular enough. You're not like Isaac's friends. You're just...... you. And you'll never be good enough.*

*You don't want to feel this way. You want to be happy. But you can't. You can't shake the feeling that you're not enough. That you'll never be enough. The urge to self-harm is growing stronger. You can't control it. You need to do something. You need to feel something else. Anything else.*

*I grab a sharp piece of glass from the broken mirror and I look at my arm*