Chapter 2

Cry woke up only to see darkness surrounding him. He tried sitting up but was stopped by leather straps pinning his legs and arms to the bed. He sighed and let his head fall back into the soft pillows. He turned his head and scanned the room. The room was white along with the rest of the things in the asylum. It was mostly empty except for the clean table pushed up against the wall. "Hey Ryyyyyaaaan." Cry cringed at the sound of Mad's voice.

"J-Just leave m-me alone…." He said shakily as tears started to trail down his face. "Shhhhh…..it's alright." Cry looked up to see Mad sitting on the edge of his bed. The clothes he wore were no longer stained in blood. His mask was pushed up a bit, revealing half of his face. He gave Cry a small smile. Raising a pale hand, he stroked Cry's cheek soothingly.

"Don't cry love…" He cooed before wiping away the brunette's tears.
"He hates me….They all hate me…." Cry croaked out, his eyes still overflowing.
"They never loved you in the first place."
Cry looked up at Mad, confused. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"If your family really loved you then they wouldn't have dumped you into a place like this." Mad said before gesturing to the room. "They would've at least visited you." Slowly his words started to sink into Cry's mind. A tiny voice in the back of the brunette's head was screaming at him not to listen.

"You're wrong. They love me and-"
"Are you sure RYAN? Don't you remember what they did when they dumped you into this hell?" Cry cringed when he was suddenly pulled into a memory.

"Mom! Don't let them take me! Please! I didn't do anything wrong!" Cry screamed as 2 large men in white dragged him into a yellow van. In front of him, his mom and brother just stood there and watched by silently.

"Mom! Nath! Please!" Tears started to trail down his cheeks. "Shut up Ryan!" Nathan screamed at his brother He was 18 years old and had the same features as Cry's. Wearing a blue polo shirt and jeans he hugged their mother as she sobbed.

Their mother was in her early 30's. She was a small woman, wearing a yellow sun dress she looked almost 18. Her long brown hair reached to her waist, her eyes cornflower blue.

Cry cringed at the sound of his name. "Mom…Please..." He said weakly. In an instant Cry's mom whirled around and glared at her son with so much hatred that he flinched. Her eyes were bloodshot from the tears, lips quivering from so much hatred. "You're not my son!" She screamed at him. Cry stopped struggling and just stared at his mom in shock.

"You're a murderer! A psycho! A freak! You're not my son!" She kept screaming and started charging at Cry but Nathan held her back. "Take him away! Kill him for all I care!"

"Ryan?" A small voice called out, pulling Cry away from his memory. A nurse with red hair came inside with a clipboard and another syringe. "C'mon Ryan it's time for your medicine." She said sweetly with a fake smile plastered to her face. "You want revenge don't you?" Mad whispered into his ear playfully. Hate flowed through the brunette's veins making him clench his fists.

"You want to see them suffer don't you? The same suffering you endured here." The nurse approached Cry, unaware of what was really happening. "You want to see them at your feet, begging for forgiveness." Cry closed his eyes, sinking into Mad's words. "You want to see their blood sprayed all over the walls. Those doctors, nurses, your mom…" There was a soft click meaning that Mad had unhooked all his leather straps. The nurse sat next to his bed, unaware that her patient was free.

Before he knew it, Cry sat up from his bed and wrapped his hands around the nurse's throat. In turn the nurse dropped the syringe on the floor and struggled against his grip. "Even your dear little Pewdiepie." Mad whispered into Cry's ear.

An insane smile reached Cry's lips as he chuckled softly. "I've been a good boy haven't I? But apparently it wasn't enough." He then dragged the nurse to the wall and slammed her skull against the concrete. "I won't ever be good enough for any of you!"

BAM! BAM! He kept slamming the back of her skull into the wall. Blood sprayed from her form enveloping Cry in crimson red. With a loud Crack! Cry knew that he broke her skull. He let go of her limp form, his smile as wide as ever. Her body fell forward, landing flat on her face. Her cracked skull bled profoundly, covering the floor in sticky red blood.

Ghostly hands wrapped around Cry's waist and held him tight. "Let's go play…" Mad suggested as he kissed the brunette's lips. Cry returned the kiss feeling all sanity and reason escape him.

A/N: I'm sorry for any misspelling and wrong grammar usage. And I am especially sorry for the extremely late update QwQ Creative criticism is always welcome so please review. :3