Chapter Two

The Pointless Dead

She woke up laying on her bed. Her cold little bed. In another dreary little room. Except this time it wasn't white, it was grey. And her window wasn't just glass but had bars.

She sighed and sat up in her little bed, wrapping her arms around her knees, and pulling them close.

Closing her eyes, she let her mind wander. Letting it go away from her own personal hell and off to her safe haven.

She sometimes went to her old home. A little shrine it was. Nothing more, nothing less. But still

she called it home.

Sometimes she went to the little well house on their property. She loved that little well house. She used to spend hours in their just playing to whatever came to mind. Sometimes she would just sit there and listen to the sounds that the earth gave and sometimes she would play a little game.

Little games that all little girls played.

But then....she let her mind wander too far. She let her mind wander to the door, that she had long ago locked and thrown away the key. The one memory she wished to forget. The memory that made her like she is. The memory that gave her this life she was in now.

Flashback...

She had fought with her mother that morning.

" I hate you....," she screamed and ran out to the little well house. Her little eight year old figure

shook as she cried in the corner of it.

She cried for what seemed hours and stayed till after her tears had dried. She hated yelling at her

mother. She hated it dearly.

So she got up.....only taking one last glance at the tiny well that rested in it's house. It wood

so perfectly shaped.

" Goodbye little well. I'll see you tomorrow," she whispered and walked back.

Her tiny feet only making little pats as she slid the rice paper door open.....to see something....that frightened her...yet, somewhat, amazingly, excited her......

Blood....

She walked into her house, her tiny hands clasped within one another as she walked.

" Mama...," her voice squeaked, her eyes anxious, only to find....

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Their blood mixed.....

Their bodies coiled....

Their eyes cold....

Their faces pale.....

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" Mama," she whispered, walking over to them. Her little hand touching them....

"Blood...," she whispered in her eight year old voice, "They're all covered in blood....,"

She backed away....her little eight year old figure shaking with fear....

"Blood....awful, disgusting blood.....," she whispered again, rubbing her arms and squeezing her eyes shut....to make the image disappear....just to disappear....

She never knew what happened next. She could only remember...the sound of a gunshot....the feeling of ice....the pounding of pain....and then that last view before blackness.....

End of Flashback..

"Then, they were dead...," she whispered, her arm rested on her bent up knee, her eyes yet again cold and unforgiving.....

"They died....while I cried....pitying my own pathetic self why they suffered the horrible pain of being murdered. Seeing there death before their time, watching their blood spray, feeling ice cold pain....fainting into oblivion....,"

She smiled.....a smile that made doctors stop and wonder about her.....a smile that made her terrifying.....a smile of hate and love.....a smile that could kill......

A smile of Insanity....

"Father...," her lips purred, sharp, yet smooth and easy, loving but hating...., " All because of father....and his stupid self....,"

She laughed a silent laugh, scratching her nails on the wall....

"Doctor," she purred, watching the door swing open, and her dear doctor walking in,

"Come to talk again....,"

"You stupid girl, you ignorant brat," the doctor hissed, walking up to the grinning girl, "Do you know how much I sacrifice for you! Do you know how much I suffer? And then you put up the performance in there!,"

The women eyes turned a menacing green, her veins popped from her skin, and her shadow loomed over her....

"I did not know I was performing for you.....," her had shadowed her eyes..., "I'll do better next time...,"

The women's vein popped more, her arms clenching at her sides.

"You pathetic thing. How dare you talk to me like that! Do you know what I could do to you!?,"

The girls mouth formed a smile, mocking her dear doctor....her dear stupid doctor....

"What a pathetic attempt to scare me dear doctor," the girl whispered, her thumbs twiddling.

"You little witch...," the dear doctor hissed, grabbing the girls chin forcefully, spraying spit.

"Ah, dear doctor, another attempt. I think I'm rubbing off on you," her lips purred, making sure to aggravate the doctor with every syllable.

The doctor let go of her face, calmly, her eyes flashing.

"Hmm, no courage...,"

She felt the sting, the utter sensation of being slapped. Her smile widened even more.

"Trying to hurt me, dearest doctor," her smiled disappeared in an instant, "But you should know, I enjoy the pain. O dearest doctor of mine. I enjoy....unlike you, you petty excuse for a horrible human, I enjoy it....while you fear it. So like I was saying, O dear doctor of mine, you should fear me if you ever mistake as to touch me...because, I could mess that pretty little face of yours....real easily...dearest doctor.....,"

The doctor's face changed, her eyes dimming, her mouth shutting, her hand slowing backing away.

"Now I've scared you. How wonderful," she delighted.

"I hate you! You arrogant brat, you dirty witch, you ugly piece of trash," the doctor forced out, but, yet again it had no effect, whatsoever....nothing ever had effect....on a soulless girl...

"I would watch your mouth, doctor of mine. Because, with that little pen in you hand, I could do magical wonders with you face,"

The doctor grimaced, scared of this insane girl. She definitely was what all the other doctors had called her. Insane, Witch, Demon Child....all those wonderful names, that doctors called children behind their backs. She had been called all of them.

"Doctor, did you know your eyes turn a lovely purple when you're scared. Such a nice shade, almost loving they are....did you know that....,"

The women spun around and walked to the locked door, jingling out keys and putting them in the lock.

"You know, you always were my favorite.....Doctor Aoshi Minamo...., a lovely name that is," the girl whispered, her eyes smiling....another innocent smile.....

The women looked back at the smiling girl, wondering if this was just another one of her mind games....or if it was true....

Another frill mind game of lies and broken promises.....No this girl was soulless, she could never tell the truth....the pathologic liar.....

"Don't lie to me girl...," Aoshi Minamo whispered, shutting the door with a swish of air....

The girl sat in complete silence. Just sitting, possibly listening to her own heartbeat, or maybe her breath. No one was every sure what when on it that mind of hers. Just sitting there....sitting for hours on end, not eating, not moving, not, possibly, even breathing. Just sitting, almost, as if she was really dead.....

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" I'm dead......,"

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They sometimes even wondered, if all of this was worth it, talking to her, housing her, trying to figure out what was wrong...

"Pointless," they had said plenty of times. Repeating, that over a vas of five years she had been thought a hundred doctors and therapists. Each one with a masters degree, each one a specialist. Each one, already healing and helping hundreds, to thousands, of children with mental problems.....and yet.....they still couldn't help this girl......

This one soulless girl....who acted as if she didn't have a single emotion in her body, that is except the sensation of pain and scaring people.....but, when a terrible storm came....she acted like a defenseless child, whimpering in the corner, tears coming from her eyes....

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"....and all alone...,"

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Though she cried....no one ever came to comfort her....no one ever asked if she was alright, or needed someone to talk to.....no one would go give her a hug or a friendly kiss on the forehead....no one even cared.....

Like they would......who would want to comfort a girl who was soulless....and awful beyond compared. Who said she loved the site of blood, who loved pain, who loved to hurt people, to see them cry in agony and scream in pain.....

Who would ever like a girl like that.....who was soulless, lifeless, without emotion.....sitting in a corner.....

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".....in a corner....,"

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......like they said.....it was pointless....

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"I'm dead....and all alone....sitting in a corner....,"

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Heart dying, breath clenching.....eyes tearing....

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".....without anyone.....crying my heart out.....to whoever cares.....,"

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.........hands bleeding...........

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"....but....it doesn't matter.....it's just....pointless....,"

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Thanks to all my reviews in Chapter one....(well there was only 5....but) eh...atleast I got some....k...it like super late.....gotta go....

Chow and Ja Ne,

NeverMe