Isaac's P.O.V
I don't know what compelled me to do it.
To throw away every little thing I'd worked for in a feeble attempt to piece together my disastrous life.
I almost fooled myself, I was always quite a gullible child, I made myself believe that what I was experiencing was just a bloodcurdling nightmare.
And, it almost worked. Until, a bomb went off within me and every little thing I've been told as a child was suddenly a lie. Everything I looked forward to in my future collapsed before my very eyes.
I felt like a hollow corpse, walking through life with a blank face, a blank mind and a blank future. My mind was plagued with thoughts that I was going crazy, that maybe it was my fault, that the things I was feeling were my fault. I thought I was a mistake, a bleep in a perfect line of human beings, the odd one out.
The way people looked at me with pitying disgust, they were like poison, a toxic that worked it's way into my system and into my already shattered heart. It had been so long that I could barely feel the searing pain anymore but still, it was there, always present, begging to be noticed, teetering at a part of me ready to pounce when I'm vulnerable.
Maybe I was just a coward, I'd been accused as one many a times before, they had the audacity of calling me the coward but maybe I was also a warning, a victim of despair to other people, a wounded little boy caught in a trap. It would give me faith if I knew I could at least help other people from going through my catastrophe of a life.
I don't know why I still have hope, I seem to be the only one that didn't hold a miracle in their hands. I suppose the reason for that is simply everyone still has hope in them, to onlookers they're the heroes but to me, they're the ruthless villains, lurking around every corner waiting for the perfect time to let their hurricane erupt, to slaughter everything I'm made off.
I want to tell you everything, no questions asked, to explain exactly what happened to me.
I want to tell you exactly why I ran away, ran away from my living nightmare whilst leaving behind everything I'd ever dreamed of in the process.
But, most importantly, I want to tell you how I met the one person who made me stay, the one who told me to wait.
