Insane to Pain
Chapter 1: Matryoshka!
I'm one crazy Matryoshka!
The rain pelted against his skin, clear water washing off blood from the people he killed in insanity. His eyes a crazed blue color. His hair the color of the sun; yellow, dripping wet with both crimson blood and water.
Hey, Hey, Hey! Could you maybe play it again?
Kalinka, Malinka, Snap like a bullstring.
Tell me, tell me, what should I do?
This feeling's gonna put one over me.
He remembered every detail, every drop of blood, every cry of pain and defeat. He loved and hated it. He liked the taste of blood on his tongue.
Soon you'll laugh at everything!
Soon soon we won't be dancing anymore!
He yelled into the air, he was a crazy bastard wanted by everyone. Death was around the corner for him soon, he didn't care. He was like death, his insanity was Death.
Hehehe… hahaha…ahahaha… AHAHAHA!
He laughed like a crazy man, he was a crazy lunatic. Someone who was uncivilized. He didn't care… the kids who even read the papers said "He was a Crazy Matryoshka!" He laughed hysterically, he loved death! He loved being a hysterical freak!
I'm one crazy Matryoshka!
He then realized something; he had killed everyone he loved, his mother, father, friends, everyone… He laughed even more, screaming. The straight line fake-tattoo across the top of his nose and cheeks was fading, but he didn't care. He was a crazy Matryoshka!
Matryoshka!
He heard footsteps behind him, the police, and S.W.A.T. were behind him. They pointed guns at him, but he surrendered anyways, laughing like a fool who was insane, a murderer. The handcuffs were put around his cold wrists, but still, he laughed. They picked him up and threw him in the police car, driving him off back to the Mental Institute. The driver talked to him, but he ignored it. "Back to the Mental Institute," the officer said with a laugh, "Kagamine Len, you're in big trouble." That was the murderer's name: Kagamine Len. He had a twin sister, who he was taken away from a long time ago. Now, he's 17, a killer, a psycho…
A year later….
Len was in the corner of the dark, padded room of the mental hospital, crying. They tested on him for a year, his arm had bruises and tiny spots from needle injections. They even forced him to take hot-water showers; get him to talk, and go outside. Len scratched someone one day, and he was punished. Now, he was a complete mess, an idiot who made mistakes. He cried even more, but, he remembered everyone, the ones who he killed….
The door opened, and he glanced to see who it was. The hospital staff, and they grabbed him, taking him to the other room and strapping him down to a cold metal table. A Doctor picked up a needle, and stabbed it right into the chest of the teen. He deserved it, for he was a murderer.
One month later…
Trauma, severe trauma. Len didn't want to talk, not to anyone, not the guards, or anyone. He had pictures posted on the walls, pictures of his other friends who were alive today, and one picture of his sister: Rin. People came to visit him, but, he didn't talk to him, he just grunted and made noises, acted like his brain was useless.
He was a bit useless, but, he wasn't….
Len heard the door open, and he took cover under his bed, clutching onto a toy that a friend gave him. But, he wasn't grabbed by doctors, instead he saw a blue-haired young man, who looked nice. Len was still scared, since no one had ever been so nice to him in years.
"It's OK, Len." The man told him. "I'm your sister's friend. I'm taking you out of here."