"Yandere is a portmanteau of two Japanese words. The first is yanderu, which means "to be sick," and the second is deredere, used here for "lovestruck." A yandere is often sweet, caring, and innocent before switching into someone who displays an ext...
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Limp, staring at the floor as the darkness surrounding the corner of the room engulfed me, I slowly moved my hands, which were held still behind my back, and toy around with the chains and shackles leaving me tied to the pole. I seemed like a doll sitting up on top of a shelf, staying still and silent waiting for someone to pick me up and play with me.
I have lost track of time, but from what information I could gather from Russia, I believe that it has been two years. I also think that it was almost Christmas time once again. Last year's Christmas, Russia did not let me visit the tree but instead had us both celebrate it inside our home between the walls of the human's home. He had the mice kidnap some of the other toys. Russia then tore them apart in front of me, piece by piece. He forced me to watch the entire thing, from the beginning to the end.
I have no idea what we will be doing this year.
Russia was out, and I had no idea why. I was hoping he would return soon, I wanted to be set free from these tight and uncomfortable restraints. He put me here because he wanted to be secure, not wanting to let me escape. After one year, I would have thought that he would trust me, but it seems like he doesn't. It is possible that he does trust me, but he probably just simply wants to take extra precautions and keep me here all for himself. There could be other reasons, but my brain cannot think of any at the moment.
Raising my head slowly, I looked at the mirror across from me. I had bags under my eyes and most of my body was filthy and gross. I wanted to look away, but my pupils refused to move from the one spot. Eventually, however, I gave in and began to cry, tears streaming down my cheeks as I brought my knees up and buried my face in them. All I could hear was my ugly crying, the memories of the past also coming and haunting my mind. My friends' faces, laughter, screaming and yelling replayed over and over, their torn-up bodies flashing before my eyes.
"Oh, darling." I perked up as I snapped my head to my right, Russia's terrifying shadow looming over my small body. He crouched down and hugged me, gently rubbing my back. "Are you having those visions again? I am so sorry."
I was too focused on the visions of the past that I didn't notice Russia unlocking the door and entering our home. I didn't even notice him slam the door shut as his quick, heavy footsteps approached my small figure. I hated him, I wanted him to release me, but my weak arms and legs remained still as if my body enjoyed the comfort.
