Asylum

I haven't been that active in FanFiction recently and I know you all must hate me for not updating 'Regret' and 'If I close my eyes' but the truth is I have been very busy recently and I apologize for the lateness of the updating. But they were created a long time ago when I was an amateur with writing; I believe I have gotten better at writing, so at the moment they'll be put on hold. But I have a feeling you'll like this FanFiction as much as the others.

At least I hope you do ^^

Please leave a comment, as this will be my first serious story.

Enjoy!

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Italics: Flashbacks

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"No matter how much you love somebody, you must go through hardships to make your heart even stronger…"

Chapter One

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Into the Asyum

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The abused girl with bloodied fingertips walks into an airport…

'It hurts so much…'

Tears falling down her face and shattered mind plaguing her memories…

'Please just kill me…'

The last words that escaped her mouth were the same words engraved on her bracelet…

Gege

'Gege…'

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The drunken man kicked the young child into a corner, beating the ragdoll-like child until he was too tired to continue. Walking away, he immediately injected dangerously harmful drugs into his right arm, carelessly using the left as he wasn't one of left handed people. He groaned as the liquid fire spread through his body, creating a pleasurable effect. The child that was beaten sat up and leaned herself against the wall for support as she would have thought her recent beating would leave her barely able to stand. She watched as her carer injected the horrible things into his body, she tried to keep herself quiet so he wouldn't turn the syringe on her. But it was hope that was in vain as the blurred man turned towards her; the child panicked and tried to back up as the staggering man came towards her at breakneck speed. She screamed as her carer pinned her down on the floor with the syringe still in his grasp, as soon as he was sure he pinned the young girl down, which was relatively easy because she was so young and he was much older and much stronger.

He took her arm and silenced her screaming with the other hand, the hand holding her arm down being the one containing the dangerous drugs. Finally, the girl found it futile to fight back and decided to just endure another injection. The older man forced the syringe far too hard into her skin, hitting the muscle in her arm and making the girl scream behind his hand. But still, the blurred man injected what was left into the tiny body. And as the syringe retreated the penetrated skin gushed out blood, the carer satisfied with what he had done, walked away leaving the child to lay there dazed and crying.

The older man soon found it hard to stand and collapsed on his bed in his dirty room, soaking in the pleasure of drugs.

This was the norm for the young girl as she had to live with this for years, since she was five she had been the victim of his beatings and exposed greatly to his new drug habit. But since her last sibling left two months ago, it had become even worse when it was focused on only her. She had been having various injections per day and she had never been taken to hospital, nor had she left this very apartment since she was five.

Her name was Mei Wang. She was currently fourteen and for nine years had been abused by her carer by the name of Yao Wang. Yao Wang was 17 years old and had taken in Mei when she was four and when he was just turning 8. Though young, Yao had the maturity to be older and had taken in three children only days prior. The three previous children were older than Mei, all of them male.

The eldest, Xiang Wang, taking his carer's last name, was the first to be found. He was found abandoned in the place of town nobody goes to, the only people found in that part of town were prostitutes and mafia men. He was seven when found by Yao, but left when he was 17. Xiang was hardly ever subject to Yao's abuse, he mostly directed it to the younger children as he was more protective over them. He tried to protect the youngest from getting hurt, but always obeyed his carer and left them alone when he was threatened to stay away.

The next one found and the middle child was Kiku Honda who was found with papers concerning his surname. He was kidnapped when he was living in Japan with his parents, but when taken to America his parents were killed immediately and was abandoned by the paedophiles that violated him and left him speechless and apparently soulless. He was found by Yao when surrounded by men near where Xiang was found, he was violated but Yao took him in. He was not abused much, but more so than Xiang, it seemed the younger they were the more they were abused. He was found at the age of 6 and left at the same times as Xiang.

The second youngest was a small Korean boy named Im Yong Soo who was taken to America for illegal testing of drugs, but when the organisation was blown up, Yong Soo was left deprived of a home and was found by Yao wandering about in the rain. Yong Soo was only 6 when found by Yao and left at the same times as Xiang and Kiku, at 16.

Finally the youngest, Mei, who has the darkest of paths at such a young age.

Mei held her arm in pain, the stinging sensation in her arm hadn't yet gone away and the pain of the drug itself was still hurting her so much. Struggling to stand, she finally had the strength to walk again. But it was only a small distance as she began to falter at the bathroom door; luckily the door was there to support the girl. She carefully walked to the basin and looked up at the mirror, sighing and running some hot water to cleanse her face with.

After the water had filled up in the basin, steam rolling from the brim, she dipped a stained pink cloth into the hot water and let it soak as she checked her wounds from the beating. She looked terrible, probably the heaviest beating she had had in a while, Mei noticed bloodied gashes all over her face, bruises on her neck where he tried to strangle her and seeing bleeding under the skin all over her torso when she checked. On her face, her lip was cut slightly but her nose was bleeding, there was also a noticeable huge gash on the side of her head, the blood soaking into her hair and down her neck. The bruises from the strangling were the worse they had ever been, they were purple and her skin had been twisted red raw. When Mei took off her shirt and threw it to the side, she noticed bleeding under the skin where there were black patches but also some bruises where he had punched her.

When the cloth was fully hot now, she ringed out most of the water and pressed it against her face, getting most of the blood onto the cloth and off her face. But the huge gash on the side of her head would have to be washed out.

Cringing from the pain she cleaned her torso and the other bruises and cuts over her body, placing the cloth back on the sink afterwards. Mei ran her fingers through her hair and took in a deep breath and when she felt she was ready, plunged her head into the sink water. When underwater, she used to reminisce about old times, which was dangerous but it relaxed Mei. Remembering old times was the only way Mei could start to forget the present.

The boy with the youthful face cuddled the girl close to him, keeping the heat between him and her. She was so small; he could handle her carefully without fault. And as the girl drifted off into sleep, the young boy smiled and kissed her head, leading her to his small home…

Mei quickly opened her eyes and pulled her head form the sink filled with water, feeling she was about to lose consciousness. She saw the water now and recognised blood diluting at the brim, also with water dripping down her bare back, save her underwear of course. Squeezing the water from her hair, she let it hang down her back to dry by itself. Forgetting to put her shirt back on, she retreated to the kitchen, walking past a window littered with rubbish and so dirty and neglected.

As she looked over and saw the sun shine in her eyes, she squinted to see some black shadow. And as she looked closer, she heard a glass shatter and a hand punched through the glass. Mei jumped and fell back at the surprising shattering of glass, shielding her body from the shards that might cut her. Using her hand to keep her head down, her wet black hair covering her face as the shards fell onto her body but didn't cut her.

Telling herself to look up she realised there was nobody there, no shards of glass and no evidence that a glass had ever broken. The black shadow had gone and the window was back to its dirty, neglected being, no change whatsoever. What just happened? Did she just hallucinate?

As Mei turned around, she saw Yao passed out on his bed with a bottle once containing alcohol in his hand…

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"Where is he?" he ordered, banging his fist on the table. He was beginning to get impatient with the maid. It had been over 15 minutes just to find his son.

The man's fists began to hurt as he rampaged at his desk, still raging on the surface as the doors opened and a quaint little maid was standing in the double doorway. The man breathed heavily, looking up with eyes of pure anger at the maid and she staggered back, wondering why he was so angry at her.

"Where have you been!" he demanded, the maid brushed off her apron and cleared her throat,

"I was finding your son, sir. He is awfully quiet today and I don't think he wanted to be disturbed, but nevertheless, I bought him her-"

"Just send him through…" the man said, sighing and sitting back down at his desk, preparing for his son to arrive. The maid nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by the powerful man, pulling her arm back. The black haired maid turned to her master and stammered,

"M-Mr…" she started,

"No, you stay here" he said tugging on her arm, "My wife doesn't seem to be too submissive recently" he explained with a harsh tug as the maid staggered back into the office. As the man sat down again, he folded his arms as he heard somebody behind the door knock, and looking up he saw his son who had inherited all of his features and not much from his mother…except those eyes…

"Father, you wanted to see me" the young man said, entering his father's office. As he stood in the centre of the room he looked over at the maid who looked frightened with her eyes on the floor, the young man squinted at her and she looked up giving a small nod of respect to her master.

"Yes, my son. Sit" he said, the man's son sat comfortably on the chair that was centred in the middle of the room. Feeling uncomfortable, the powerful man began to walk around, his hands joined behind his back. "Son, are you aware of what we do in this business?"

His son only nodded, "Yes, father. I am aware, although you cannot really call this a business"

The big man laughed in hysterics, his head flung back in pure laughter, "Ha! Yes I suppose you're right!" he gasped, composing himself, "But…in this business, you have to be ruthless, powerful, strong"

"What's the point of this father?" the younger man said, irritated at the wait,

"Hmph, well I suppose I better tell you straight with no shit involved" he cursed; he walked up to the maid and inhaled the scent of her hair. Strawberries? "Hmm~" he hummed, thinking of what to do with her, whilst she shivered in fear.

"In this business, we take advantage of women, yes?" he paused, curling his fingers around her neck, laughing when he sensed her shivers, "We need to find our one person, our one woman, to satisfy our business. And when I'm gone, I expect you to carry on for me. And do you know what that entitles?"

The younger man didn't answer and closed his eyes, not wanting to hear, but knew anyway.

"Do them"

"I know that"

"It's a job only the leader can do, a good strong man. Which is why you are to take over, not your sister"

He nodded, "I understand, I accept what I might have to do" he paused, "But…I find it utterly disgusting…"

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The night began to show and Mei was sat in her room, on her bed, her knees pressed against her chest and her back meeting the broken headboard. She patted around her head, when Yao had very forcefully hit her, it hurt so much. She groaned as her fingers met the red, sore wound and she pulled away, feeling the stinging pain turn into a headache. She jumped off her bed and drew her curtains; Yao's apartment was small compared to the others piled on top of one another. The apartment complex was huge and therefore Yao's apartment was very difficult to find and nobody lived on either side of theirs, so nobody could hear her muffled cries for help. She looked over at Yao who was still passed out on his bed, in truth, when Yao wasn't drugged up and drunk; he was very kind to Mei. She had only ever seen him not like this once; the morning after a beating when she was six Yao had felt terrible and offered to take her to the park. But when other parents began to stare at the young girl's bruises, Yao didn't take her out anymore.

Since then, Mei hadn't been out of this tiny, cramped, disgusting apartment. Instead she spent all of her time inside and waiting for Yao to come home, normally when he had been drinking, he'd beat her. When Yao drank and took anything, he became a different person and Mei had a good thought that it wasn't Yao, but that thought disappeared as beating went on. Most of the time, Yao was out of the apartment with his colleagues, Mei didn't know what they did but one night when Yao had come home with a gun in his hand, Mei decided it would be best not to find out what he did as an occupation.

She saw Yao stir as he woke and Mei hid behind a door, not wanting her to be the first thing he'd see when he woke up. But Mei soon calmed down when Yao staggered and groaned as he rubbed his neck, was he sober? Mei hadn't seen him sober in a long time and normally the drugs would last longer, so she hadn't expected him to be. As she came out of hiding, Yao turned his head to look at his little sister, Mei's eyes widened as she ran into her room and closed the door quietly. She began to panic as she heard the soft footsteps approach her bedroom and she sat on the edge of her bed, her back facing the door so she couldn't see him. She didn't want him to see her like this, hurt, abused, dishevelled.

As Yao opened the young girl's door he saw her sitting on the bed in only her jeans and a bra, he squinted, she had a shirt didn't she?

"Mei, where's your shirt?..." he asked, his voice still drained from the earlier drugs.

Mei stayed silent for a few seconds before she answered, had it suddenly got cold? She had goosebumps on her arms, "I-It's soaking in t-the sink…Yao-ge…"

Yao was about to question why it was soaking but thought over it, of course he had beaten her, her shirt was probably soaked in blood. Yao suddenly felt a pang of regret for what he had done, but this was only the second time he had felt regret for what he had done. Now, he felt so horrible, even though what he was doing was really horrible anyway. Yao saw the bruises on her arms and her lower back, the harm he had done to her was evil, he was an evil person for doing such things to her.

Mei stood up to get her shirt from the bathroom but was stopped when Yao stood in the doorway; quickly he wrapped his arms around the child and began to cry, however, Mei did not feel sad. If he really loved her, he wouldn't do these things to her and most of all wouldn't continue to abuse drugs and alcohol in case he ever hurt her again. Mei didn't hug back, but her Gege kept crying into her shoulder, apologising over and over again.

"M-Mei…" he hiccupped, "I-I'm so sorry…I never meant t-to hurt you…" he said, the upsetting quivering in his voice making his voice choke. Although Mei never said anything and she never hugged back, he kept hugging her for a little while longer. But when he finally let go, Mei continued into the bathroom without a word said to him. Yao just stood there unsure why she was being so cold to him; he never had experience with how girls feel. He hadn't taken into account of how disturbed Mei's mind really was.

As Mei entered the bathroom and ringed out her shirt, she felt guilty about being so cold to him, but it wasn't her fault he was abusing her. Or was it? Mei's mind suddenly thought that it was her fault, 'I've been a very bad sister, no wonder he does this to me. It's my fault I'm like this, am I better off dead?'

These questions whizzed around her head for most of the night, finally she put her shirt back on and walked into her room, wanting to sleep. But she heard a groan from Yao's room and she turned to see him, she saw him sitting on his bed with a syringe buried deep into the skin of his arm. He was shouting at himself, 'Just die! Just die already!'. Mei daren't get any closer but watched as he injected syringe after syringe of drugs into himself, was he trying to die? But soon enough Yao was out of drugs to fill the syringe with and in his rage, the drugs boiling within his skin, he came out in a rampage of anger. Having not seen Mei yet, he was just thrashing about his bedroom.

Yao paused and opened his eyes to see a blurred Mei, she gasped and thought, 'Oh no, he's on drugs again!'.Telling herself to run, she ran into her bedroom and shoved a chair in front of it, trapping the door handle so Yao couldn't get inside. As she watched the door she heard a bang and fell back, the bang was so loud it sounded as if the entire apartment complex was about to collapse. But it wasn't that, it was Yao trying to get into her room, banging against the door in a bitter rage. He growled and kept shouting 'Open the door!' at the top of his voice. He was the worst he had ever been, Mei was frightened and she stumbled to her feet, trying to find a way out of her room. But the only way, was the window. As she stared at her only escaped, the sound of banging drowned out and the whistling of wind replaced it, it was relaxing. The curtains were wafting with the wind and as Mei laid a hand on the windowsill she was met with a warm air which soothed her damaged mind. Using her bedside cabinet she climbed up onto the windowsill, her hands resting on the edges of the window to support herself. As she looked down, her heart almost stopped, it was such a long way down to the street below. She faintly heard the sound of Yao shouting 'Mei!' in the background but her mind blocked out the horrid noises. Her apartment was 82B, and there were 85 floors, making it almost the highest point.

'I have to leave this world, before Yao does that for me…'

As she thought this, she removed her hand from the window frame so even a little wind could carry her off the windowsill and plummeting down to the street below. Taking an inhale of breath, she allowed herself to fall forward and in that second when she was starting to fall, Yao burst into her room. At first, he had an angry face, but it soon turned into fright when he saw her falling out the window. He ran forward, trying as hard as he could to get as close as possible, throwing his arms around the girl he caught her before she plummeted down the apartment complex. Yao was angry at her, trying to leave him. At this point he wasn't aware that she was trying to kill herself, he was just angry she tried to leave. He looked down at Mei with an angry look in his eyes, but when Mei finally opened her eyes, Yao slapped her around the face and shoved her to the floor.

Mei began to cry, he was angry she tried to leave him, but that wasn't the point, he still hated her, which Mei was convinced of. And as Yao loomed over her and she cowered on the ground he spoke,

"Some day, you'll drive me too far and I might even be tempted to take your worthless virginity…" he spat, he kicked the young girl and left her room, locking it as he left.

It wasn't until he left that Mei realised she was in the same situation as this morning. Hurt, beaten and lied to.

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I don't own Hetalia ©

So this is my new story called 'Asylum' did you like it so far? Like in the start of the chapter, I mentioned the two others, I just think this one has more of a storyline. Sorry :L

But I hope you like this one as well ^^