A WORLD OF LIES
CHAPTER 3- THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL THE ASYLUM
SUMMARY: This is a world of truth; a world that's abused. It's a world of the used; a world of the confused. It's a world of rules; a world that cries. This is the world we constructed out of lies. NaruSasu YAOI
WARNINGS: Yaoi (BoyxBoy), OOC-ness, language usage, cruelty, confusion, and a messed up way of writing. Enjoy!
~TIME SKIP TWO WEEKS~
"Come on, say something."
"…"
"Hm… well, can you tell me what bothers you?"
"…"
"Do you know why you're in here?"
"…"
"You're not even going to talk? Damn, you won't be ready when she comes."
"I know the truth."
If you think about it, we are trapped in a cage, one that's called our thoughts. We're all stuck together, like little animals in those small pens you stuck them in. What if I finally got out of the cage? I saw the light; I felt the wind, the breeze, the warmth of the sun pull at my heart. I smiled, I truly smiled. I was free; free from the burdens of you; free from the burdens of us; free from the burdens of everything, of love. And then you caught me. You shoved me into another cage, I was trapped once again, the warmth being replaced by the cold, the sun being replaced by discrimination, the breeze being replaced by those awful stares you give me. I call it a cage, chains, restraints; you go for something fancier.
This is what you call the asylum.
He sat down, curled up in the corner. He sighed, he knew they were coming. Their taunting footsteps coming closer and closer, walking down the hall that smelled like misery. Most would ask how you could smell an emotion; he would reply the same way you smell a prison. They opened the door, their scents seeming different. What was that extra scent? He didn't dare turn around, he didn't want to know.
He didn't want to look at the hand that fed him.
"Why, hello." The first man, obviously Jordan, said, dragging out the o.
"…"
"Why won't you talk to me, baby?" Jordan asked, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. He shuddered.
"Maybe I don't want to, Jordan." He bit back harshly.
"Ouch, baby. That hurt." Jordan said, mock hurt in his voice.
"I hope it did." The boy said.
"Don't be rude, young one." Jordan said, grabbing onto his arm harshly and forcing him to turn around.
"Leave me alone, Jordan." The boy said, the fear creeping up to his head as he registered the moment. He was lucky last time, but he felt the need to not trust his luck, for he was sure it wasn't going to play out this time.
"Why? You're so fun; you're the best one here!" Jordan said, that awful mock cheeriness in his voice.
"You haven't even gone that far so leave me alone." The boy said, trying to turn back to his corner. He was really scared; his heart was speeding up to incredible speeds, he was surprised it hadn't jumped out of his chest yet.
"Well, we won't be interrupted this time, I took special care to make sure that won't happen again." Jordan said, leaning close to the boy's ear. "We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?" Jordan whispered into the younger boy's ear. The boy shuddered again.
He could smell it now; the other scents imprinted on the man. There was the distinct smell of cigarettes, he smelled faintly of blood, maybe a sandwich, fire, and another scent that the younger boy couldn't identify.
He didn't want to know.
"Hey, why don-" Jordan turned towards the intruder, his eyes like deer's in the headlights.
"What are you doing here, kid?" Jordan demanded. The youngest boy silently thanked whatever non-existent god had heard his non-existent prayer.
"What are you doing here, Jordan?" Naruto bit back.
"I was just talking to the boy, Naruto. Go scurry off." Jordan dismissed Naruto with his hand.
"I've been here long enough to know that you're lying." Naruto said, walking over to Jordan.
"Naruto." Jordan said in a warning tone. The raven haired boy just backed up against the corner, hugging his knees and going into an insecure ball.
"Jordan, don't fuck with people." Naruto said, that snarl the boy had heard only once come back into Naruto's voice.
"I was just… uh…" Jordan looked from Naruto to the open door.
"Don't think about calling for help; wouldn't want to get more people killed, right?" Naruto asked, cocking his head to the side and giving a demonic grin. This wasn't the Naruto the boy had seen the other day; his eyes were now red, the whiskers on his cheeks more defined. He was mad; there was some kind of monster trying to find its way out.
"Naruto! Where are- Naruto, don't you dare." Another boy at the door said, pointing at Naruto. Naruto looked over at the boy.
"Why shouldn't I?" Naruto asked.
"It's not right, Naruto! That's why you're in here!" The other boy said.
It's bright; people I don't know; I'm lost; I'm scared; I'm threatened; I'm safe; I'm here; I'm gone; I'm alive; God, I'm dead. The raven haired boy had so many thoughts flying through his head as the brunette tried to calm Naruto down, who was trying to kill Jordan. The boy clutched his head, trying to stop the thoughts. Just no more time; no more time; no more time…
"STOP IT!" The boy screamed at the older men in the room, tears streaming down his face. The men all turned to him; all eyes were on him now, the spotlight was in place and the director called action.
"You're scaring me…" The boy said, his voice quivering from his tears. Jordan found this time to exit the room; Naruto calmed down, staring at the boy.
"W-what?" Naruto asked. Naruto looked at the brunette next to him. "Oh god no…" Naruto said, shaking his head.
"Yup, you flipped out on Jordan." The brunette said, shrugging.
"Kiba, why'd you let me?" Naruto asked.
"I didn't; I came in and you were at Jordan's throat." Kiba said, again shrugging.
"Jordan? Oh… he wasn't…" Naruto looked at the crying boy. "Oh… oh no…" Naruto said, walking over to the boy and grasping him in a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" Naruto whispered into the boy's raven locks.
The boy didn't know what to do; he just sat there in Naruto's arms and cried.
He sat against the wall, curled up into a ball, hugging his knees to his chest; same old, same old. Cue Naruto coming over and talking to him.
"Same old, same old." The boy muttered under his breath.
"What?" Naruto asked, cocking his head to the side in question. The boy sighed.
"Nothing." The boy muttered to the white tile floors.
"Okay." Naruto said, leaning against the white walls. There was a silence between the two boys, lasting for a long time, both wanting to say something yet not even a peep was heard. They wanted to tell the other what was on their mind but didn't know how to speak. Naruto cleared his throat, shattering the ice that had built up so thick.
"I'm really sorry about earlier." Naruto said, regretting the earlier events of that day. Another silence grew between the boys.
"It's okay; it's not your fault." The raven haired boy whispered. Naruto turned towards the boy, glaring.
"Yes it is. I can have complete control over it but I just don't!" Naruto yelled at the boy.
"No, you don't. It's scary, really, but it controls you, not vice versa." The younger male said.
"You don't understand." Naruto said.
"Look, people can control their emotions, right? So, you would think that people could make themselves happy, to control when they cry. I'm just sad all the time." The younger boy shrugged. "It's not my fault; I'm just born that way." Tears stung at his eyes, but he didn't want to let them out. He didn't want to cry here; he didn't want to cry now.
"…fine, have it your way." Naruto whispered, walking away from the boy. This made the younger boy emit a soft sigh. The thoughts came up; forming the words in soft poems with no rhymes; summing them up in tales of lost times. The boy sighed once again. When would things change?
Nothing's the same, yet everything different; I'm still here, my hearts beating; I'm so far away, my heart is dead. I can't breathe and I can't feel. Why did you take my heart away?
"You don't just change; you change yourself."
This is a world of selfishness; a world of lost time. It's a world of sadness; a world of rhyme. It's a world of meaning; a world of madness. This is the world where we fade to the blackness.
A/N: This story… honestly…
…doesn't make much sense.
I don't really care, I love writing it. Hope you love reading it!
So, please, no flames. I once said flames are welcome but then I got one and totally had a nervous breakdown. Sucks, right?
Took me a while to write this, and now I'm questioning myself: Why is Kiba in the asylum? X3
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~Sasuke Uzumaki 83