Apr 17, 2015
do your remember isaiah? you could've stopped that all earlier, you know. if you had enough sense to pay any attention, you could've guessed /years/ before. pretty shitty of you to ignore all of that for so long.
They don’t know what’s wrong with him.
Well they know the usual things, the things that they’ve studied and diagnosed and peeled back and back in some metephoric attempt to flay the man open and crack open his mind like some tender bone full of sweet marrow, but THIS however, was new.
He sat awake in his cell, huddled on the bed, long toes curling over one another as he sobbed and rocked.
“Nobody knows Isaiah,” he said. “Pop locked me in the basement with Isaiah. Nobody knows Isaiah. Pop locked me in the basement…”
