Glass

Ike was just like everyone else. Could fit in like everyone else. He really was the same as all of them.

At school, they didn't think that, at school he was different. At school he was crushed, trodden over...

Every...

Single...

Day.

Without fail.

Most of the time he could handle it, just took it on the chin. Tried to laugh it off. Inside, however, he was breaking. Slowly shattering - like glass.

Of course, he never told anyone. Then it'd just get worse, he'd be seen as weak. Told he 'couldn't take a joke'.

He'd seen this type of thing happen to so many other people, but never thought he'd be one of them.

Never thought he'd be next on the list.

He spent most of high school completely isolated and alone. Days was spent either hidden in the bushes or being pushed further into despair by words sharper than knives.

Soon enough he couldn't take it anymore and began plans for the unimaginable.