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[TAVIUS K. SUSUME]

I DON'T LIKE IT
WHEN HE TOUCHES ME

Tavius didn't want to be here. Oh no. He didn't want to be anywhere where people could get to him. Where people could touch him. But Mika had said he would be safe here. Mika had said that this way, Noa wouldn't ever be able to get him. For once again, Noa had evaded jail. The man wasn't even being punished for what he put the young Japanese boy through. Tavius doubted that Noa ever would get punished for it. He wasn't worth it anyway. Or, at least he didn't believe himself worth it. Tavius Kaito Susume believed himself to be a waste of space. He hadn't always been this way. It was just recently, well for only a short time compared to most of his beliefs, that he'd been this way.

After all, two years isn't a long time to a seventeen year old man who remembered things from back when he was four years old. Two years was nothing to him. Two years was how long it'd taken for him to go from bordering-crazy to a nut job. Just two short years. Though, one of those years had been hell for him. He'd spent it locked up in a cold and dark metal room. A room in which he was raped and beaten daily. For nine months of that year, he'd even been chained down. He'd only been allowed up whenever Noa had remembered the boy would need to excrete waste, even if Tavius was only eating what was forced down him.

Many would say that he was pathetic. Tavius guessed silently to himself that they were right. After all. At this very moment he was sat in the corner of the common room. Not even on a chair, no. He was curled up on the floor, his eyes staring fixedly at an empty space not ten steps from him. His attention seemed fixed there. He'd obviously skipped out on his schizophrenia med's again as he seemed to be seeing things that weren't there. Things that made him coward in the corner, his body frozen with obvious fright as he watched the vacant spot with vacant eyes.

He hadn't always been schizophrenic. He'd developed that in his year locked away. Though some doctors believed he would've developed it anyway, for his mother had also had it, and Tavius had spent a long period of his life doing drugs. Though he'd given that up a long time ago after the death of a friend. The friend that still haunts his brother to this day. Tavius so badly wanted to take it all back. To make things better. But he couldn't. So instead, he was sat curled in a corner clutching his only other cure. A broken razor blade. A broken razor blade that was digging into the palm of his clenched fist making him bleed.

THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN USING HOWEVER MANY WORDS AND WAS DONE SO BECAUSE SOMEONE IS GOING TO COME TO THE COMMON ROOM AND REPLY! DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE COOKIE MADE THIS LAYOUT FOR THIS THREAD SPECIALLY!

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[DONALD EDWARD BOOHER]

Donald had been in the common room closet for the past hour or two. Sitting there in the dark, just watching his portable dvd player and dvds, headphones over his ears. Since the sun was shining into the room, he couldn't very much escape the closet and run out into the hallway. Which, though filled with florescent light, could still cause him some harm if he went out into it. No. Donald couldn't be in much light. At least, he couldn't be in any light stronger than that of a candle. If he was in any sort of direct sunlight, or even indirect sunlight, his skin would begin to rash and slowly blister. It was a skin condition he had. A skin condition that only supported his theory that he was a vampire.

Tiring of watching the dvds he had, and the fact that the battery was dying because there was no electical outlet to plug his portable dvd in to recharge it or keep it going. Plus the fact that he didn't have anything to eat or drink in the closet with him, he really couldn't stay in there much longer. Naturally, because he was always in the dark, Donald's face was very pale. Ghostly pale even. His eyes slowly losing pigmentation and becoming almost a demonic red over the years as he tried to avoid sunlight and all kinds of light altogether. Still sitting on the closet floor, he reached up with his hand and slowly turned the knob of the closet door, opening it to see a kid not too far away. Though on the other side of the room. Not only that, but he saw the room was filled with sunlight. He needed the blinds drawn if he was to safely escape the closet.

"Turn off the light." Donald said, his words an order and not a request. He didn't know the boys name or anything, but if the boy knew what was good for him, he'd turn off the lights and pull the blinds down. "Turn off the fucking light and pull the blinds down."

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[TAVIUS K. SUSUME]

I DON'T LIKE IT
WHEN HE TOUCHES ME

Emerald eyes glistened with unshead tears as the young asian man sat there. His fearful eyes fixed intently on the spot. It was just a random unoccupied fraction of the carpet. There was nothing there. Not a human not an object. But Tavius seemed to think otherwise. His eyes were telling him there was something there. His eyes were telling him his nightmare was there. But unsusually neither Tavius nor the nightmare made a sound.

Normally the memory spoke to him. Normally Tavius would sit and cry, or scream. But not today. No, today he just stared. They both did. It was almost as though it was a challenge. To just watch one another. But really, just the other's none exsistant presance was enough. Tavius was crazy and he knew it. He knew Noa couldn't be there, but still he felt submission over come him at the other's threatening image, or voice. He knew he was beyond help.

Silently he opened out his bleeding hand. For a moment he stared at his 'cure' before carefully easing it out of the bleeding wounds it had caused. He twirled the broken item in his fingers before beginning to cut. He knew it was wrong, but it made him feel good. Cutting to Tavius was like drugs to Yamato. After all, the two brothers were more alike than they let on. However, Tavius' peaceful cutting was disturbed at the sound of the order.

Instantly he jumped to his feet. His fractured mind was mistaking Donald for Noa. Quickly he scrambled to the windows where he closed every curtain before moving to the light and turning it off. Then, fearfully, he looked around the room. His memory, his delusion, had faded now. But Donald was there, Tavius could see him despite the darkness. Nervous he backed himself back into the corner, bending to pick up the bloodied item that was on the floor. He hadn't even noticed the blood that covered his arms, the curtains and the lightswitch.

THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN USING HOWEVER MANY WORDS AND WAS DONE SO BECAUSE SOMEONE IS GOING TO COME TO THE COMMON ROOM AND REPLY! DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE COOKIE MADE THIS LAYOUT FOR THIS THREAD SPECIALLY!

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