Isaac was despondent. One of his true friends, his source of information, had been murdered. He tried to remain strong, but a stream of tears quickly glided down his face, and he bawled loudly. Still, he didn't say a single word. "YUP. HE'S A GONER, AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF ME. ME!" Finally, Isaac couldn't hold himself back, and he began to yell as loudly as he could, still crying. "Why do you have to torment me? I'm just trying to live my life, but you have to constantly torment me and Andre!"
                          
Before he could speak again, Matt began to shrink in size, and it was just as large as his mouth as it entered whenever he spoke. He tried to stop it, but he was too late, and his head began to ache. He tried to remain clear and coherent, but soon, everything fell black.
                          
Isaac woke up in his room, looking over at his clock. It was 7:00 A.M, and he checked his phone. It was still Wednesday, but it was the morning again. Bewildered, he went downstairs and into the kitchen, seeing his parents cooking crepes again. He walked to the dining room and patiently waited, and finally his parents laid out all of the toppings for the crepes, and then the stars of the dish themselves. They sat down, and Isaac tried to say thank you to them.
                          
"F*** you."
                          
Isaac immediately covered his mouth with his hands. He didn't mean to say that, but that was what had came out of his mouth. His parents looked at him like he was crazy, and his mom told him to drop and do twenty push-ups for his rude behavior. He didn't say a word, but instead he did what he was told to do. It was the least that he could do for accidentally saying such a profane phrase. Afterwards, they ate their breakfast without speaking, and then they watched television. Isaac tried to say I'm sorry after that activity.
                          
"You are the worst people ever."
                          
Isaac shook his head and covered his mouth, wide eyed. Once again, something that he didn't mean to say had came out of his mouth. He decided to keep it shut, and his parents instantly drove him off to school. He was dropped off without a goodbye, and he looked for Andre. He couldn't find him, and he wondered if he was killed. However, he saw Derek, and the thought of Andre immediately left his mind. He walked over and said hi.
                          
"I hope you die in hell fire."
                          
What? Three times now, Isaac had said what he didn't mean to say. He tried to write down what he wanted to say in paper, but his hand didn't write what his brain had been thinking. He wrote another rude and profane thing, instead of what he wanted to write. He walked inside the school without another word, and as the bell rang he went to his locker.
                          
It had been four periods, and Isaac had managed not to say a single word. He did his best not to speak, but inevitably he had to write on paper. Sadly, he didn't write what he wanted to. He wrote more rude things. In fifth period, the period that it was currently, he was in History. He was going to remain silent, but then his teacher said that she was going to randomly pick somebody to answer the questions. She asked the first question. "What is nine plus ten?" She picked a student, who jokingly answered "twenty-one," and the class laughed. The teacher also giggled, saying that that was a "joke".
                          
The teacher randomly drew a name out of a jar full of Popsicle sticks. "Isaac," she said, and his heart dropped. He knew that if he said a word, he would immediately get in trouble, and he risked being suspended. He waited patiently for the question, and he didn't say anything out loud. "Okay, Isaac. What was the fashion for women in Imperial Japan?" He knew the answer, but he couldn't muster a word. The teacher and the rest of the class looked at him, waiting, and she asked him the question again. Finally, after a couple minutes, he had no choice but to answer it.
                          
"Well, they looked ugly, kind of like you, little b****."
                          
The teacher looked at Isaac like he was the devil himself, and she immediately sent him to the principal's office. The whole class was silent as he slowly trudged out, but whenever the door closed and he left, there was a cacophony of the room laughing, including the teacher. Isaac walked to the principal's office, and whenever she asked him what he had done wrong, he pointed at his mouth. She questioned what he meant, and he had no choice but to speak again.
                          
"I got in trouble because my teacher is a little b****, just like you and your mother."
                          
The principal let out a troubled gasp, and she called Isaac's parents. A few minutes later, they arrived, taking him home. He wished that he could tell them it wasn't his fault, but he knew he couldn't, so instead he just kept his mouth shut. Whenever he got home, he was sent to bed without dinner, just like a toddler would be.
                          
In bed, Isaac gazed up at his ceiling, wondering what had went wrong. He knew that his words were being controlled somehow, but he didn't know who, or what was doing it. He thought about any clues that he had, and then it became obvious.
                          
Matt.
                          
Isaac slapped himself in the face, and inside his head he yelled for Matt to get out. Surprisingly, he was met with a reply, which actually came with a whisper out of his mouth. "No. Andre is dead, and before I kill you, I'm going to make your life miserable. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for death."
                          
That was all Isaac needed to hear. He didn't say or think another word, and he quietly wept himself to sleep, knowing that there was truly nothing he could do. If only he could kill Matt, make it die. Then, maybe all of this would be sorted out. Still, he was at an extremely major disadvantage. Andre was dead, as far as he knew, and he couldn't tell anybody about his troubles. He stopped with that thought, and after a few more minutes of tossing and turning, he finally went to sleep for the night, unsure of what was to come later on.