Prompt #: 008. Pain.
Word Count: 181
Type/Pairing: Isaac Hanson POV
Rating/Genre: PG/Memoir.
Completed: 02/03/2010

Always picking on me. Everyone. From my hair to my clothes to my lazy fucking eye. I'm so sick of it and yet no one seems to care. What if I just left the band? What if I just up and quit leaving Taylor and Zac alone? Would they be able to handle it despite all that has been going on? I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave them to take all of this shit by themselves no matter how much the two of them and their fangirls hate me. I will stay, but I need an outlet of some kind or they'll all be able to see right through my crappy mask.

Taking the razor blade between my fingers I memorized it's edges letting the light cause shiny glimmers to project onto the ceiling of the bathroom. Small tears fell down my cheek and onto the hand that held my escape. Just one cut. That's all I need. Just one for now. Slicing the skin of my bare leg, the release came with the pooling of blood down my thigh.