Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf.
Summary: Short one shot about Issac's past, very angsty.
Warnings: Abuse.
Nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares, nobody cares. Nobody sees see you, nobody sees you, nobody sees you. And even if they did... they wouldn't care. You're too weak, too helpless. You can't even stop your Dad from hurting you. Why should anyone care about you?
You take Lacrosse in order to feel like your apart of something, it only succeeds in making you feel further away. Everyone else seems to have someone and it only makes it worse that you have no one. You have to change in the bathroom to prevent anyone from seeing the wounds on your pitiful frame, but sometimes you wonder why you bother. Because sometimes people see the wounds on you but their eyes skate right over it, like they didn't see it or even worse they pretended not to see it. Because why raise a fuss, you're just the strange boy that doesn't really talk to anyone, but no one really cares why you don't talk to anyone and why should they? They have their own lives their own things to deal with. They're too busy to see you, too busy to see your pain and even if they did... why should they care?
A/N: I never tried second person POV before let me know if it works and if you liked it please review :)