A/N: Hay all! It took me a while but I'm back! Thank you all SO much for loving Insanity, and as promised here's the sequel. I wont going into detail about what goes on (might spoil it), but I will tell you this…its angsty.

On a random note: Visit my LJ! I started a new fanfic there! It's under the penname, well, DarkTigerGirl!

Now onto the story.

Warnings: Regret,depression, imprisonment of ones mind


Entry #1
Emptiness. Denying the emptiness was worse then becoming lost in it, so he chose to become lost. He made this decision years ago, wanting nothing more then to diminish his pain. He wanted to die so badly, but the people around him refused to give him such a pleasure. Oh no, dying was considered a pleasure where he was. It meant escape. It meant that you could truly be free. Three years…it had been three years since he was locked away from the real world; thrown into complete and utter despair. He was alone, he had no family. He had forgotten a long time ago what it felt like to be 'loved' by someone else. His heart was gone, having long been broken years ago.

The emptiness was his only comfort. It was a way to escape from the world that detested him so much. It was by no mean pleasant to drift in everlasting emptiness, because every now and them they would come back. Memories… Memories of a time when he was strong; when he fought against the emptiness. He had tried to block out most of them, but one always managed to slip thru. That was his reason for sitting where he was, near the window. He had remembered a very rare moment in his life, a time when he was happy. He never thought about the memories that slipped out of the emptiness's grasp, but for some reason he wanted to remember this one.

He had forgotten what age he was during it, but he knew he was young. He must have been playing outside, because he remember sitting on a lush green field crying. He had fallen and scraped his knee. All of this meant nothing to him; what did matter was the person who scooped him up and carried him on their back. He was…happy. Even though he was in pain, he was happy. The person mutter things along the line of 'I told you not to go that far' and 'You're so accident-prone'. He knew that behind those words, there was kindness. Gazing out of the window, he watched as the people passed by, not one dared to look at the building they passed. Central Mental Institution.

It was, in truth, a hell-hole. Its employees would mistreatment the patients, causing them to be worse off then they already were. The constant threats were nothing compared to the molestation and abuse of the medication. Whether you liked it or not, if you were placed into Central Mental Institute, you were going to be molested. It had already happened to him too many times to count. The employees would come into the patient's room, and liked to 'have fun' with them. They never went to far though, in fear of a lawsuit of some kind. What made the situation worse was the fact that they were cameras placed in the patients rooms. The security guards were paid 'not to care' about what went on in the rooms.

The medication abuse was a mild thing. Every so often the employees would administer medication over the recommended dose. At lest once a month someone would OD one of the patients; causing the victim to be rushed to the hospital.

He hated it here, and he cursed the people who sent him to this living hell. But he stopped once he had learned that it did him no good. He had gone numb from the years of neglect. There was no 'hope' for him. Hope was one for the things swallowed by the emptiness. Even if he wanted to break free from the emptiness, he couldn't. He was to far gone he couldn't come back.

He was so focused on losing himself further, that he didn't register the door opening, or even closing for that matter. It wasn't until a hand softly placed itself on top of his head that he tensed up slightly.

"Ed relax, it's just me…" came the voice of the owner.

He didn't answer. He knew who the person behind him was. It was the same person that had appeared in his memories often. The only person that still gave a damn about him in this world.

Envy, his older brother.

Though Envy was his real brother by birth, he still felt very close to him. The sin also shared the same dislike for their parents as the blonde did. They were the ones who had thrown his younger brother into this…prison. He wanted t badly for him to leave, but he did not get a say in that matter. It was up to the institutions on whether he left, and so far they had decided to keep him there until he died. He broke his heart to find out that the only time he could see the blonde was in some dingy room. The best way to describe the room was…blank. The walls, white and bare, as well as the entire room. The bed looked to hard dreadfully uncomfortable. There was a bathroom, but just like everything else it was also bare. Envy then looked at what he the blonde was wearing. It was the regulation attire for the patients at the institution. Long pants that looked too big on the blonde, along with T-shirt. And, surprise, they were white. Envy hated this room along with those clothes; it only made him fell worse about the blonde's situation. Putting on a fake smile, he patted the blonde on the head.

"Aw come on Ed, I came all this way and you're not going to say anything to me?" He joked.

Still nothing. Ed had long since stopped talking as well as smile, but every now and then he would say something. Sometimes it was a word, sometimes a sentence. But he only spoke to Envy; if anyone else would try to get a word out of him, they would fail miserably. But the one thing he would not do for anyone, not even Envy, was smile. Envy removed his hand and moved, so he was now in front of the blonde. Crouching down, his smile widened.

"Please…say something to me today." He pleaded.

Envy let out a sight as he, once again, did not get a respond from the blonde.

"Ed…please." He pleaded again, smile fading fast.

The blonde's hand twitched. He didn't like seeing Envy like this, it wasn't like him. One of the blonde memoirs of him portrayed the sin as a foul-mouth asshole, who only showed his soft side to his younger brother. The blonde moved his hand and placed it on Envy's shoulder.

"…don't…" He muttered.

Envy instantly lit up.

"Don't what Ed?"

The hand on the sins shoulder griped the fabric.

"…leave me…"

Envy reached up and wrapped his arms around the blonde. This was not his Edward; this was an empty shell of a person. All of his emotions were bottled away, never to see the light again unless the sin did something about it.

"Ed…I really don't want to leave you but…"

The blonde's grip tightened.

"…I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?"

The blonde said nothing, but his grip did loosen. Envy lifted the very light weight blonde up, and proceeded to walk over to the bed. Once there, he placed the blonde down and sat on the edge of the bed. Had already begun to fall asleep, even though Envy was told by one of the employees that a sedative was required to put the blonde to sleep, since he 'never seemed to sleep'. The sin wasn't stupid, knew that the blonde did feel safe, so to keep himself from harm the blonde never slept.

Just as the blonde was half asleep, Envy noticed something. He wasn't really sure of what it was though, so he lifted the blonde's sleeve to get a better look at it. The sins eyes widened in horror.

It was a bruise, and it looked fresh.

"Ed…where did this come from?"


A/N: Yes! First chapter done! Review please! I want to know what you think!