A/N: I got this insane inspiration of this story because I watching a movie called the Devil Inside and I needed to write this!

I don't own Junjou Romantica or make any profit off this story.

The voices; they never stop. In the pure quiet, it talks like it owns me.

My heart is the only thing I have left. I can't control what happens when people get to close. When it takes over, there isn't any control I can do to stop this. I've tried, and tried again, but it always wins. The things it does; unbearable to the people around me. Confinement; is the only thing I need. Away from harm. Not for me, for others. Memories of those I love still haunt me, but yet fill with such sweetness.

Alone in this room, is where I belong. The whiteness of the walls and plain, despair of everything. I sit everyday in this room; never letting me out. They're afraid; afraid of what I might do to someone. I can imagine, although it's not me, it's that thing I like to call...

It.

Since I was a kid, my could never fathom really what IT is. I never knew where it came from, all I knew is that I was scared of what might happen to me. People, especially kids and men, have been known to kill themselves over this thing. I just let it live within. Even though my family didn't know what was inside me, until one unforgettable night. Police, reporters, paramedics, and surprisingly a few priests were there.

I stood outside as I watched them take the bodies of my family be taken and covered. My heart was shattered, yet I was emotionless. This days, I can only remember.

It all started when I was six and we were at the church my dad preached to. When a women went to baptize her baby, it turned out that the baby itself, was the devil. My family was sitting in front of it all, watching the burns and as the spirit left that infant, it traveled to my weak and unbinding soul.

As time grew on, it felt like my parents knew about what I was. They looked at me weird and they didn't know what to do anymore. Like I wasn't part of their family anymore.

-Flashback-

Dinner was served. My mother, father, and my beloved brother were sitting around me. My dad was a minister at a church and talked about baptizing a baby, but it didn't go so well.

"Turns out, I burned another baby with the holy water. It was possessed by the devil. The spirit within it, transferred over to someone yet nobody knows who." My eyes traveled up and met with my fathers in that instant, it felt as though he knew who I was. Or what for that matter.

Dropping my fork, my sight sensors made those with my mother and then over to my brother. I figured they all knew and soon I unleashed the thing within me. It hurt; feeling like I was thrown into a dark corner of my mind and I just had to sit and watch what it was going to do to my family.

As my body stood, my eyes dilated to 11 mm which is off the scale dilation. I then let out a blood curling scream as I pushed everything off the table. My brother tried to make a run for it although those plans were ruined as I grabbed on to his collar and slammed him into the wall. His eyes showed nothing but fear. With one hand holding him against, my other hand reached on the floor for a knife and I stabbed him in the neck. Grabbing crap load of them, stabbing him into the wall to hold him up. He was still breathing so with the huge butcher knife, I sliced his head clean off and stared at the bodiless head. I gave an inward smile.

Once I finished my brother, my body went and tried to find either of my parents. It started acting up as it took me longer to find my mother and father than I wanted. I let out another scream as I started crawling all over the walls and soon found my way to the basement where they were trembling against the wall. They got a flashlight because as soon as it took over, the lights went out. But as soon my father dropped the flashlight, it disappeared from sight and went right above him; ripping his skin and muscle to pieces. Blood splattering and getting over my mother as she just stood there and watched my eight year-old body tear away at her husband.

When it was satisfied with what it had done to my father, myself and my mother was horrified. She tried to make a run for it, the body grabbed a near by wrench and ran after aimlessly because she couldn't see a thing. I found her moments later in the bathroom, I began chanting some odd thing in another language that I couldn't even understand. Her trembling lessened as she looked up and it gave a smile.

"Sayonara." I spoke with two different voices. I swung the wrench and decked her in the side of her and she flew back in against the bathroom wall and fell into the bath tub. As it walked closer, I opened the wrench and started to pull off her nose and gorge her eye balls. After taking the small senses out of her, I began to beat her in the head some more until I started to wrench her wrists. As I started to walk away, my body decided to go and fill the tub of water with boiling hot water and left it on as I walked away.

I walked down stairs and went to the phone to call the police. Once I was on the line, it came back.

"Hello. 911. What is your emergency?" The women asked.

"They...died." it said in my voice.

"Who died?"

"My family." Now there was a demented ring in my voice.

"What happened to them?" She asked urgently.

"I...killed..them..because...of...it." I stuttered out.

"What is your location?" I hung up after she said that. I went and sat on the couch and from afar, I could see my brother hung up against the wall. I sat and waited for them to come even though I didn't give my address, but they could track the call. It took a while and they came around 3 a.m. I let them knock until they decided to bust the door open. It wasn't like I was going to be living there anymore.

They tried to find light, but only had a flashlight. A couple men went up stairs and I sat still as another man went to see me.

"Are you okay?" He asked and I just stared at him. The man continued to stare until he gave up and went into the dining room and saw my brother. He gasped as he fell backward and yelled for his co-workers. When they arrived, they almost did the same movement the first cop did. As the people took pictures and examined the deceased body, the man came back over a little petrified. Kneeling in front of me, he looked me in my green eyes and began to speak. "Did you kill them?"

I just stared at him and played with my thumbs. He started to become a little more stern with me.

"I'm going to ask you again." His face completely seriously, but his eyes were filled were worry. "Did you kill them?"

I stopped playing with my hands and stared at nothing on the wall. I nodded solemnly. He looked at me with horror written on his face. He began to pull out his cell phone and started talking, which I could care less what they were saying. When he hung up, my eyes focused back onto the police officer.

"Why did you do it?" He asked slowly and I looked down at my bloody tee-shirt.

"It..wanted to." I answered hesitantly. He looked confused.

"Who's It?"

"This...thing..inside..my mind. It does...what...he wants." I whispered and he looked at me with wide eyes. Some women walked up to him and he started saying something about an exorcism which I have heard of from my father. I looked up and started tugging on his pants. "Are you going to take me away?" I asked innocently. He stared down at me; horror written on his entire face.

"Um..yes." Anger soothed within me and I looked at him with my eyes in huge dilation. I couldn't breathe as I was shaking uncontrollably. "You have something inside you that's very dangerou-" I began to claw out his legs and take the gun from his belt. He screamed in agony and once I began to shoot his thighs, he was losing too much blood. I was happy with what I had done, people were strapping down my arms and legs as they put the cuffs on and take me out of this house. I was struggling as I was yelling and screaming. My body began to struggle and twisting my body in such sick ways that I broke free from their grip and fell into the grass and laid still.

They didn't do anything as I just laid there. Soon cameras came and tried to take pictures of me on the ground and my unliving family being pulled out of the house on stretchers and covered up with what looked like trash bags. Some priest came up to me and stared until that one guy has to come up and start splashing holy water on me; causing me to burn and scream. They gasp as the other man stopped the splashing. A medic and police officer came to get the priest away from me and the medic shot some sedative in my neck, causing everything to go black.

When I woke up the next morning in a white room, nobody was in there and the memories of last night came flashing back in my mind. Tears started forming in my eyes and soon sobs came. After a couple hours of crying, somebody came in the room. He walked up to me and stayed back about 5 feet. He sat in a chair and looked at me.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" He asked with no emotion. I nodded and he wrote down in his clipboard. "How old are you by the way?" I swallowed a lump in the throat and it was unbearably dry.

"Eight." His eyes widen as I let a couple more salty drops fall from my eyes.

"And what is your name?"

"Takahashi Misaki. "

"Do you know why you're here, Misaki?" He asked another question and I started to look around the plain, white room. I shook my head. "You're here because last night you killed your parents and brother last night. You also attacked a police officer who had to go into surgery and loose both his legs." I started to sob once again. "You said last night that you did it because IT wanted you to." I nodded. "We think you have some exorcist problems and we need you to stay here."

"But I want to go home." I sounded sad innocent. I was just mentally distant.

"You are home." He said softly as he began to leave. I started to get up as because I didn't want him leaving. Once he shut the door, I broke down crying on the ground.

Nobody was here anymore.

-End Flashback-

Ever since then, I have never left this room except for once when I first got here. We would sometimes go outside for fresh air, but when I went, I attacked a teenage girl. She died instantly. I've been in this place for ten years and since that day, I haven't had an outburst on anyone.

My room is covered in books and newspaper articles about my killing my parents. I don't eat that often because it doesn't like me to eat; for torture that is. Many times, guards have to come in to hold me down so that I would eat and stay alive. I let them and try to have so control for myself. My power has been working a lot lately and maybe if I'm good, I can go outside again.

I left a lonely life for myself and the sad thing is I haven't even asked for any of this. I have no family, no love, and depressingly...

No life.

A/N: I am so sorry for making this so sad and gory! I watched the damn movie and I just got this new idea I needed to post. Don't worry, It'll only be four or five chapters. Not too long, but yeah. Hoped you like the prologue!