Vignette

Isaiah is the type of person to ignore people because he’s scared of social interaction. His demeaning stare towards others makes them feel bad. He walks with a limp because of past trauma with his rather unhinged father, that trauma has in turn made Isaiah closed off from the world. He has no friends that he hangs out with because as I said before he prefers to be alone.

...Pave...

Unfortunately he does not realize that this act of introvertness would be the end of him. He has multiple health issues and has multiple doctors including a physical therapist, doctor, allergist, ENT, surgeon, and soon to be added to the roster, a therapist and psychologist for he has depression...bipolar at that. He’s not a bad kid but as he walks down the hallways of his high school he starts to lose himself in the walls of adolescence. When a cute girl walks by he observes and walks away for he has no time to involve himself in such tasks. He spends his days being yelled at by teachers for not putting enough effort in or skipping class because he feels very sickly. He tries his hardest to hide his emotions behind a cracked mental wall but sometimes, just sometimes another crack appears on that wall and forces him to patch it up with the remaining band-aids he has from his days of drumming until his hands bled.

...The...

He talks with his mother about how he feels and she talks about how work was and how miguel is a dumbass. He just nods and continues watching whatever show is on that day. He may act like he is an adult but he still very much likes playing with LEGOs and making paintings to represent how he feels that day. He also is in an after school group called the lost art where many people (some outcasts) make a art magazine to explain how they feel that day. He used to like a girl there named Allison but ran her off because he lied. I don’t know what he lied about but that relationship put a big crack in the mental wall.

...Wall...

Yet another person to ignore. He openly talks about his depression and religion on snapchat and people look at it...cool...scroll down. People call him smart but he does not believe their petty lies. He wants to go to a university in San Francisco but is afraid he won’t be smart or mentally tough enough to deal with it. You can tell he has Bipolar depression because now he’s content after almost crying because he got caught skipping class. Amazing. He thinks people are watching him so he is constantly looking around to see. Paranoia. Another crack in the fortitude. His eyes shifting left and right in such a fashion that it makes him seem unhinged. Maybe he is. Considering he thinks people are recording him like a real life “The Truman Show,”I believe he is. Maybe he’s just like his father. I believe he is. It’s not his fault that he became this person. It’s his fault that he continued the legacy. From sad to mad to happy Isaiah continues his descent into madness. Maybe

If

He

Just Paved

The wall

It would

Be fine.