Insanity
This is something for my insane!Mahiru fic, which I really need to update. Ugh…life.
When I was younger, I was bullied. I remember how I would be pushed around, how every time I tried to stand up for myself, I would only receive terrible insults from the other kids. I remember how the teachers never believed me when I tried to tell them about the bullying, my uncle didn’t find out until the last time I told a teacher. The kids, they pushed me and hit me.
I would watch them from afar.
They're all shining like a star.
While I'm laying in the mud,
I'm covered in bruises and blood.
I remember when the first thoughts came to me. So young, when they started. I hated every one of them.
Help me, please!
My mind is like a disease.
My uncle took me out of the school and transferred me to another one. I remember how there it was basically the same, except they only threw out insults, they threw threats.
They're all talk and no fight.
They can't even face me in the light.
I laugh as I remember it all. The sound echoing throughout the room. My eyes on my prey. Their faces showing fear—oh!—how delicious it is seeing such an expression. I hum a ghastly tune as I advance towards them.
Now, I've snapped; they're afraid.
I'm the monster that they've made.
It's their fault I’m this way,
and I don't give a fuck about what they say.
They can try to apologize,
but soon they will realize.
Meaningless words won't fix anything;
Go ahead and take a swing.
No matter what, they won't win
Thanks so much to their sin.
I laugh at how pathetic they are, trying to hurt me. “You are so weak!” I yell, kicking them in the side. At the satisfying cracking of their bones, a low chuckle comes from my throat. I play with the blade in my hand, bringing it up to my lips and tapping them as I think. What should I do?
Don't worry, I'll be nice;
Try it again, I won't think twice.
They're already dying.
"Shh, stop crying."
I grip their hair tightly. It’s quite a beautiful aroma that creeps into the air, the alluring color that drains from their body paints an amazing picture on the floor! This is such an amazing, amazing feeling! Such joy! Why haven’t I done this earlier?
It hurts me to keep laughing,
My muscles hurt as I keep smiling.
Tears mixed with red.
Echoes of the lies they've fed,
Bounce around in my head
As they lay there dead.
Footsteps. More victims? This will be interesting. I slowly pull the knife out of my last victim’s eye. I look up and stare at the sudden appearance of a male. “Mahiru?”
Who’s that? A grin cuts my face, eyes wide as my sole attention is on this beautiful male, who I’ll make a beautiful mural with his blood. I let out a small chuckle, tilting my head. “Who’s Mahiru?”