Aaaaaaaargh!!!!
Noises____
(muerghhhhhhh!!!!!!)
Grief____
(shieeeeeeeeerrrrrrhhh!!!)
Sounds of Agony
------Depression--------
------Disbelief-----
Rollercoaster of emotions emerges as one realizes an act of ,
" BETRAYAL"
.....I knew it ..... I Knew they would get rid of me. .... It was what I planned anyway... The four walls containing me..... "The cold floor as the basement gets dimmer and dimmer" " THE REMINDER THAT IM NOT WELCOMED" " IM NOT LOVED"
The light from window illuminates the basement, I climb the wooden ladder and see polished black shoes coming from high jeep cars ; I don't see their faces, I don't hear their voices, I only see those black shoes as the light reflects on it and the gait of the men coming down from those cars...…..I'm surrounded by books all day...….I read the books my parents collected over the years. It made me think what kind of people they were.
I noticed books about psychology was collected by my mum and books about self-awareness were collected by my dad and dead aunt. Apparently I don't know much about my parents but I heard my mum was a crazy person ( Ironic isn't it)…..other Genres was gifts from others and I will bury my head in all of them.
But that was in the past , and the sudden realization that my plan backfired.
PART TWO
[ lights came on from different areas, what looks like a stadium is radiant and a sound of a red buzzer is heard as it echoes and bounces on the dark padded walls ...being in the darkness too long , the sudden light raises the murmurs of many...various wails, howls and screams of agony which makes me wonder what situation that man has gotten me into. A man dressed in all white; including tie, belt and shoes; you will probably think he came to receive an Oscar award; his mask that covers his face is embarked with strange symbols, he announces boldly to the scared and confused crowd. ]
Subjects!!
OH!! you lovely, lovely subjects....you are all welcome!!!!
Who the f*ck are you!?,
Take me home!!!
Scary!!, Scary!!!, Scary!!!, What the hell is this place!?
[The pleadings of the kidnaped teens is directed at the masked man]
SILENCE!!….OH how amazing it is to have you all, Please I commend you...forget your identity, forget your origin and leave all your memories behind, because from now on you are all ORPHANS!!.
[murmuring arrives from the crowd and the masked man continues by raising his hand]
Be it your Guardians, Parents, Relatives, foster parents, you will never see them again!...They have all released their responsibilities from you.
They have abandoned you!! and what nothing to do with you anymore.
NOW ALL OF YOU BELONG TO THIS PLACE, US..OH HOW LOVELY IT IS TO HAVE YOU OUR ESTEEMED GUEST!!!
Your lying , your lying right … there's no way, no way TH-THAT MR. BICKSON WOULD DO THAT TO ME!! aaaARGHHHHH OUR KIDSSSSSSS!!! …. [a young girl is pulling her Burnette hair and banging her head on the concrete floor, her head gushing blood. Another boy is throwing curses at his parents as tears flows down his face,...An obese person is biting down his nails aggressively]
I look around at the gruesome display, guess none of us were ever wanted huh...many of these teens all around me are indulging in self harm as they feel the worst from betrayal.
BUT SOMETHING IS ODD..THEIR BEHAVIOUR,
THEIR EYES INTENSE PIERCING LIKE ANIMALS
UNRELATED REACTIONS ARE FROM SOME TEENAGERS AS THEY ARE JUST LAUGHING AND DANCING.
IT DAWNS ON ME THAT THE MAJORITY ARE CRAZY MENTALLY ILL TEENAGERS, PSYCHOPATHS!
Teenagers with broken f*cked up minds Capable of doing anything Cant differentiate from right or wrong Nothing is predictable about them And very manipulative individuals....I read about them when I was six (The forgotten mind by Yorshiro Katsui was one of my favorite books)
Mr Akaiwa never had good intentions when it came to me.....I couldn't call him my uncle, he didn't like it anyway...It was because I look like my father and the constant reminder of what he couldn't do to save him was always in his head. It didn't matter because he doesn't want me.
Everyone is freaking out and screaming non-stop, some are loosing hope with no place to run to, NO HOME ; some are quiet and doing strange things to themselves like this dude that just stripped himself and is moaning in the corner probably distracting himself from all this.
Then suddenly men dressed in bulletproof vests stormed in the stadium through the exit doors with taser like rods rounding up all of us then distributing us to lines causing them to fight and be electrocuted.
THIS IS A PROBLEM AS I'M THE ONLY SANE PERSON HERE. MOST OF THESE TEENAGERS CAN'T FUNCTION IN THE SOCIETY AND APPEAR DANGEROUS IF YOU ASK ME!
Hey move out of the way you piece of sh*t!!! ( I'm met with the eyes of a deranged boy with red eyes piercing through my soul )
"Oh erm I'm sorry" I'm shoved out of the way as my body hits the floor...
[As we were being moved by the men, some aggressive and rough psychopaths' were being hand-cuffed after struggling but were man-handled easily; One was about to approach me but I gave him the deadliest glare I could muster, he quickly changes his direction knowing how unpredictable we can be...better to leave the quiet ones alone, they are the most dangerous)
As I'm walking down this big hallway with the group; I'm observing my surroundings and notices these three things,
ONE, We are in an underground structure and I'm sure above is deserted or secreted from civilization .
TWO, The men with the vests and janitors are all wearing masks hiding their identity with the same symbols as the white masked man showing what a scandalous organization this place is.
THREE, The harsh reality that we were all deceived and their plans with us will most likely be inhumane.
BUT WHAT USE ARE MENTALLY ILL TEENAGERS ANYWAY?
GATHERING THEM IN THIS LARGE NUMBER WAS OBVIOUSLY HARD TO CONTROL
IF THERE IS ANYTHING I MUST DO IS TO LIVE, I PROMISE MYSELF THAT.
[My hand starts itching and I check it to see numbers 6-4-7 tattooed on my right arm...I guess I didn't notice concerning the situation as I was feeling disheartened. They were surely done while we were unconscious. These numbers are our new identities here as the families that gave us our names no longer matter; pipes are giving oxygen from above and I'm wondering just how deep we are underground OR MAYBE- the taser rod removes me from my thoughts and I appear IN front of a solid iron door written on it is" CELL INFINITY)
This is really feeling like prison
"MOVE!" the guard barks as he pushes me and the door opens automatically, as I open my eyes I am taken away by the interior and how different it is from a prison entirely …[the room was so wide like the size of a basketball pitch, walls, floors and ceilings are all painted white... seeing a crummy bed with an infected toilet and basin made more sense; they were already some people inside]
[A girl is making siren noises in the far left, her eyes glued to the ceiling, someone is at the desk making questionable noises, the smell of blood is thick from that side; another girl is staring at the mirror but she doesn't look unkempt like most people her, wide eyes transmuting an emerald color, her bright orange scattered hair lays lazily below her shoulders plus her pale skin adds more to her her- BEAUTY]
I suddenly blushed as this is a first for complimenting someone appearance, not wanting to look weird (not that it matters) I move closely to see she's drooling away like a dumbass staring at the mirror.
I CAN SEE WHY MOST OF THESE TEENAGERS WERE REJECTED
"ANGER TEMPERS"
"HALLUCINATORS"
"MENTAL ILLNESSES"
"MANIPULATORS"
"SUICIDAL"
"AND ADDICTS"
Those that appear normal but are actually dangerous
I guess my category is not here, "A LONELY BOY WHO ACTED CRAZY JUST SO HE COULD EXPERIENCE A BIT OF FREEDOM FROM HIS UNCLE."