A/N: Hey readers!!! I hope you guys will enjoy this fanfic!!! It might start out slow....but bear with me!!!
(BTW: I do not own DGM (the series) and its characters)

DEDICATED TO: EatnRunBandit & My Beta (I call her Egore)

*RATED M: FOR LATER CHAPTERS

A Sentimental Captivity

Prologue

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now: this is who I really am inside
I Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, THIS IS WHO I REALLY AM

----------[A verse from] The Kill (30 Seconds to Mars)----------

"Life didn't seem to matter. Each time I took a breath, my lungs began to throb in pain. Gasping for air was all I could do and it hurt to breathe. Sitting in my room, I meditated on the choices I had made for that particular day. Time seemed to decelerate. The clock ticked slower and slower as the chimes tolled every hour. The tattoo, engraved on my chest, loomed over my heart and felt unusually heavy. As I sat on the edge of my bed, I clenched onto the black fabric that covered my chest. With a sigh, I quickly took a glance at the hourglass that occupied only a small fraction on the top of my table. My eyes were unbearably lured into the shadow of the pink lotus that lied within my captor: the relentless hourglass. Softly whispering, another petal wilted and lefts its mark onto the bottom of its dark abyss. As I counted the number of the broken and shriveled grey petals, I was reminded of the dark, cynical desire that lurked within the night. Death was forthcoming and I had no chance to prevent the miserable façade that lied within life. There I had fathomed, my time would soon run out. Pain enveloped my body, numbing me with dark thoughts that seemed to consume my every breath. Many memories—unwanted and precious—overwhelmed my conscientious mind. I was a victim of another melancholy intervention…"

As I finished speculating the last page of the introduction, I found this book to be quite absurd.

Che. This book was a waste of my time. I shouldn't have listened to that damn red head.

I slowly closed the musty, worn-out book and placed it on top of the coffee table. While I carefully managed to steal an inconspicuous glance at its cover, my cell phone began to vibrate. After I had reached into my back pocket for the electronic device, my brows furrowed as I recognized who was calling.

It's the damn red head.

I was reluctant to answer the phone; however I found myself doing just that. As I lifted and placed the phone next to my ear, I heard a boisterous and obnoxious greeting.

"HEY YUU~!"

I immediately hung up the phone and tossed it gently onto the coffee table. I was infuriated by his utter disrespect and ignorance.

That callow idiot called me by my first name.

Despite my disapproval and dismay, the imbecile continued to call. Rather than answering, I let the phone vibrate. I gazed objectively at the flickering phone: its screen momentarily flashed a vibrant blue, vibrating in systematic rhythms until it screamed silence. However, I found my relief was short lived as the screen began to blatantly flicker, alerting me that I had received a new voice mail. With a sigh, I leaned forward and lifted the phone at least two inches away from my ear, comprehending the dire fact that the noisy rabbit was going to ramble noisily as usual.

"AWWWW YUU~! THAT WAS RUDE....ANYWHOOS DID YOU START READING THE BOOK YET? I BET YOU LIKED IT!!!! OH~ HEY DO YOU WANT TO GRAB SOME LUNCH TOGETHER? IT'LL BE MY TREAT!!!! OH! BRING THE BOOK WITH YOU TOO! COME TO THE USUAL PLACE AT THE USUAL TIME!!! I'LL BE WAITING!!!! BYE YUU~"

I found the voice mail more than repulsive. I didn't want to go and so I wasted my time trying to think of a reason why I shouldn't go.

Che. He is wasting my time again.

However, I kept staring at the book and wondered if I should return it back to its stupid owner.

I scanned around the room irascibly, irritated by the mere idea that I easily gave in to the wishes of others.

It's not like I actually care….

I lifted my chin and postulated that it was near noon. Looking at the coffee table, I grabbed my cell phone and stuffed it back into my back pocket. With the book already in my hand, I grabbed my black coat, which was hung loosely on one of the coat racks. Impatiently snatching the car keys, I slowly made my way to the front door.