"Hey, remind me, next time I go to the mall, not to go as a sexy teenage girl."
"What?" Taylor laughed.
"Well, I wanted to go without getting mobbed ok?" Isaac replied. "But I swear, I am never doing that again. Do you know how many guys tried to pick me up?"
Zac snorted.
"And that includes Rick."
"Rick!" Zac exploded into giggles. "Oh my gosh. That's heck funny."
"Yeah, well, maybe to you." Isaac grumbled. "By the way Taylor, I saw you and Rach while I was there. Maybe you should go a little easy on the PDA."
Taylor blushed a little, but grinned none the less.
He stared in the mirror.
"So, this is me. Clarke Isaac Hanson. First of seven kids."
Isaac stared at the knife in his hand.
"What on earth..." he asked himself.
A tear started rolling down his cheek.
"Oh man, it's one of Zac's flashes. Of course! Oh no! I don't want to kill myself!"
The tears started coming faster.
"Why can't I stop this? Why can I change what I'm saying but not what I'm doing?"
He toyed with the object in his hand.
"No, oh man! Zac! Zac! Help me Zac!" He screeched. *Taylor! Please! Get Zac! Make him stop me! I'm trying to kill myself and I don't know why!*
*He's with me Ike! I've told him*
He put the steak knife to his wrist.
"No, oh man no. No! Zac! Please no!"
*Ike? He's trying. He's trying so hard he's like, sweating.*
Isaac startled to slice...
"Zac! Please! Somebody stop me! Please! Someone help!
*Ike! He's trying. I'm trying to get up there but I can't move. Well, I can, just not where I want to go.*
*Help me.* Isaac whimpered, the blood seeping down his arm.