The Insane Are Just As Sain(black Butler Fan-fic)

slightly chipped

I slowly but surely got up from the hard cement floor of the prison like place I have now had to call my humble abode. The ceiling leaked for the pipes of the old place had never been replaced. The air grew thick enough to cut through making it all the more trouble to breath.the mold that aligned the cold padded walls surrounded myself as I could smell it without even trying.

The glass on the far right side of the grotesque room was smudged with various hand prints, all from one person, me. I looked around with hazy sight as I could only make out the odd shapes and colors that my mother had once taught me. But now I can only see her face in vague memories that were now long gone into the depths of my mind. Oh, how many thoughts go through my head, each and every day, it's impossible to get by a day without at least one breakdown, or what the people in mask and long wight jackets call ' phases'. I gently rub the tiredness from my eyes as I pulled my hands away and glanced at the same surroundings I see each day.

I always wake up, sit there and just wait for my upcoming death, or what the weird men call 'cure' bit I'm afraid that there is no curing me. They treat me.like a monster, strapping me to metal chairs and forcing me to induce pain that no person should endure. I now sit and wait for the men and women to come and get me, I knew that there was no point in struggling if you don't even know anymore.

I just listened to the pipes creek and pop, an I watched as they dripped, dirty, gross water, as if it was from a very muddy and dirty place, like a sewer.

I shuddered as I felt a drip on my shoulder, probably the water, which made me shudder, but it was probably unoticed.

I just sat there though, staring at the door, the rusted doorknob shook a bit but they managed to get it open, the crazy men hooked on to my arms and took me to a room. But they blindfolded me.

I suddenly get as if I was falling down an endless pit. I've felt this way before. The at is, till I hit something that felt like hard metal bars. I shakily made my way up till my head hit the top of what I supposed was a cage. But when I hit my head I was still huddled down, and my heels were collapsed under my thighs that felt like they weighed nothing at all. They didn't treat me with any hospitality, so they treated my like a rabid animal when I did nothing alike them. I was sobbing but no tears or noise came out, I guess I've run out of tears to shed. My soul is slightly chipped, but is turning into a crack, that will soon shatter me.