A/N: so this is just something I wrote today while listening to Monster by Meg and Dia. Just a little drabble, its WilliamxRonald. So, enjoy.
It wasn't as though Ronald meant to do all those things, hurt all those people. But he knew how, if not to do anything else, use his charm to get what he wanted. A lesson he had learned the hard way. After all his charm was all he had ever had. The people here all told him the same thing, he was lucky to have gotten off as easy as he had, they all thought the same thing of him and made sure he knew it.
Monster
Monster… he hated that name. They didn't have to say it, their eyes betrayed it all. And it hurt him. They could lock him in a room and drug him into a state so close to unconscious he could barely move, complying to their every word. But it still hurt so badly. It was the very thing that had made him do it n the first place.
Loneliness.
He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, all he wanted was the sensation. He had always heard people speak of it, how wonderful it felt. Out windows and doors he had watched, wondering. He had heard, and wanted to also be able to hear those sounds drawn from someone by himself. All he got was screams. He let out a small whimper, covering his ears in an attempt to block out the cries and yells inside his own head.
Why was I born?
Tears.
This was the routine everyday, he would wake, fell their piercing glares, ponder for a while, glare at the blonde boy in the mirror, then try and block the screams until he himself began to scream and cry in his own sick agony. Until one day someone would finally dare to enter that room and offer the very thing he craved. The man who could finally break his agonizing circle.
Mr. Knox. The doctor is here to see you…
Did you like it? If you did I might write another chapter, Reviews are appreciated.