The Condemned: Rewritten

Chapter 2 : A Broken mind

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    Labored breath, trembling hands, a cold single droplet of sweat softly dripping down his temple. His eyes locked on his hands, his heart racing at a dangerous pace. His mind is unable to comprehend the very situation he was in. His thoughts warped and distorted, fogged with the horrific memories of his very 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 still haunted. The line between what was real and what was a nightmare began to blur. The shadows around him began to move, slithering like snakes as whispers came to be. They spewed their venom, condemning the boy with countless abuse. Destroying what little remained of his fragile sanity. They got closer and their taunts grew louder. He tightly shut his eyes as he covered his ears like when he was in that lifeless abyss, tears flowing down his cheek like rivers as he uttered the word 〝 Why 〞over and over again. He continued to hold it tight, gritted his teeth as he heard the words pierce into his psyche when...

                   𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞 - !  𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗞 - !

   The world fell silent, the devils that hid in the shadows had left to whatever hell they came. Mineta eyes widened as he looked towards his door, his body still trembling like a fearing dog. A few more moments of deafening silence which felt like hours for the boy until it was broken once again by the same knocking. Such a minuscule noise caused the boy to jolt each time he heard it. The paranoia that continued to course through his very mind had made everything around to be a threat.

                         〝 Mineta - ? Are you alright - ? 〞

     A voice called from the other side, a tone of sincerity emitting from the words. Mineta, however, knew better to trust them blindly. His faith and trust were forever ruined by the horrific experience he had endured, be it dream or reality. Hesitating, he slowly pulled the covers from his frame and made his way towards the door. Continuous knocking echoed through his darkroom along with several words of concern. He could faintly hear the low whispers alongside the one that shouted for his name. Now in front of his door, his eyes narrowed down towards the doorknob. His body still trembled with jitters of fear, his breathing still heavy, and his throat churned. He reached towards it, pull back for a mere moment in reluctance before finally opening the door slightly.

The Light blinded him, causing him to cringe for a couple of seconds before he could see who was in front of him. It was his class President, Iida tenya who was renowned for his class and strict following of the rule book. Adjusting his glasses, the taller male spoke.

    〝 Mineta are you alright - ? I was passing by when I heard screaming then crying from your room. 〞

  The Boy said nothing, only intently looking into his eyes. Flashes of nightmarish imagery coursed through his mind, causing him to pant slowly. The president could notice the shivers of the smaller purple boy, his eyes filled with absolute fear at the sight of him. It shook him slightly, wondering what could warrant such a reaction. Snapping out of his trance, Mineta replied.

      〝 I-I'm fine, bro. Sorry for s-scaring you, h-hehe.. 〞

  He said with a less than convincing smile, now noticing the small crowd behind the president.

     〝 A-alright then. 〞He replied intern which allowed him to shut his door. He stood there for a while, hearing more audible whispers before fading footsteps. His trembling hands still held on the very knob, frightened at the very prospect of letting go. His fingers one by one let go of it. Not even walking a few feet, he collapsed on all fours. It was too much for his teenage mind to comprehend the very predicament he found himself in. Denied the very promise of a paradise beyond the grave, all he was given was a paradoxical crisis. The mind bleeding horror was too much to bear, tears endlessly flowing from his eyed as snot dripped from his nose. He wanted to throw up but he wasn't able to, his mouth went dry and it was hard to swallow back the tears. All of this was merely due to him openly expressing his sexual urges, undeterred by the very fear that many teenage boys would face.

He remembered their chants, the title he was given. " 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 ", the combination of the sweet-tasting fruit that he resembled and the name given to those who had done a horrific crime against the opposite/same sex. They raved such a name as they battered and bruised him with no remorse, slamming him down in both spirit and body. He knew that he would take his antics a bit too far but to forever be damned with such a title was more than appalling. His whimpering began to slow in their pace, softly composing himself he'd rise to his feet. He needed answers.

   He searched, searching for an answer that would solve his very problem but he found nothing.

     〝 All I see are these religious bullshit - ! 〞He softly shouted at his computer screen, not wishing to garner any more attention. He remembered the words that the goddess spoke to him.

        [ 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]

  The ability to be revived from the very dead in some sort of fashion. Either into a new life or to the old, depends on the religious faith. He grunted in irritation, rubbing the side of his small head before being shaken by a sudden blaring noise. It was his alarm. He soon came to realize that he has had any sort of sleep, how could he after the very revelation he had endured. He drudged over to his phone and silenced the alarm. He stood there, his frame shaking with the thought of being in the very room as his killers. What choice did he have - ? He was striving to be a...hero...

       〝 I better go...I don't want to raise any suspicion... 〞He said in a soft and almost scared tone...

....To be continued