Thunder Claps And I Am Blind [Ezra]

[Isaac Lahey]

Ever wonder about what he's doing
How it all turned to lies
Sometimes I think that it's better to never ask why




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Isaac missed the days when people just completely ignored that he existed. Sure, most didn't see him still. Perhaps it why many felt the need to push him into the locker while walking by. It made him sigh. He wasn't at all excited about this school year. He was a junior, big deal. It didn't mean much to him. It was just another title that was tacked on to him, and he didn't like titles.

He could seriously feel his limbs dragging as he went through the normal motions of school. Arrived, tried to not sleep through home room, stumble through each class and stick to the back and make himself small so the teachers would avoid him, eat his lunch, stumble through the rest of his classes, and then relax at the final bell.

Today had been no different. He had simply been utterly miserable the entire day. His pack was driving him insane and it was causing him to lose sleep. Well... The nightmares were making him lose sleep. His pack was making him lose even more sleep.

He stood at his locker, just leaning his head against it. He didn't know if he could even make it through lacrosse practice. They wouldn't miss him if he skipped. Heck, Coach Finstock barely even acknowledged him half the time last year. He just sat on the bench until he got the bite. Then the coach suddenly knew his name and called him to the field.

The teen rubbed at his eyes, trying to snap himself out of whatever funk he was in. Of course, a voice had to speak up. Why did luck not shine on him? Someone had to catch him when he had hit a low.

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NOTES: For Ezra
MUSIC: "Try" - Pink

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The other night had really taken a toll on Ezra, not only physically but mentally. Everything was slow, movements, thought processes, even his senses. Maybe getting pummeled by an alpha wasn't good for a werewolf, maybe - he still wasn't going to hold his breath on it. But having to go to school to still seem "normal," was really becoming a hassle. Every person that asked him got told something different: wreck on a dirt bike, roughed house a little too much with cousins, car wreck. No story was identical, so eventually he felt that someone would catch on and call him out, but until then, he was fine.

Ezra was constantly going to the cafeteria to swap out his ice packs that were strapped to his chest, because they were melty constantly and well, it felt good to have them soothed for at least a second. That is where he was coming from now, even though last period had just ended, he was just now returning from the cafeteria. Normally he wasn't too aware of his surroundings, nor did he care, but he noticed someone that was somewhat familiar to him - but he had never really talked to him. Isaac Lahey, head on his locker, he looked miserable.

At that moment the young werewolf remembered something he had to do, lacrosse practice. He groaned as he let out a sigh and winced at how it felt against his ribs. "Does this mean that you are not going to practice, Isaac?" He asked as he stopped a little bit aways from him, probably around five feet.