Snippet #2396151

Isaac/17/single
Isaac looked at Ayoto and smiled "Isaac," he said. he noticed her nervousness of her being pushed. he shoved his hands in his pockets. He was kind of nervous himself. he was never used to not killing or hurting something for this long. he needed something to hurt. the cup that he had in his hand broke and the liquid spilled onto the floor luckily missing his shoes. he looked at the glass stuck into his hands and simply brushed his off on his pants. "how greatt" he muttered. his cut skin sewed back together.