Institutionalized

Chapter One~ normal day, normal man

  The song above kind of represents how the town is

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Cienna, Wisconsin a normal town with normal people, family's, and businesses. Well until June 13th 1998. Leon Quill, new kid to this town, haunted by memories of crimes, murders, rape, etc.

     Many secret basements have been found since the summer of 96' but most of the town is used to the haunting nature of Cienna, Wisconsin. Leon was one of the few non-psychotic citizens of the town, he wasn't alone. Something about this town just tended to turn it's residence into cold hard psychos.

     The news was filled daily with crime rates, and watchlists of convicted pedophiles. With that said Cienna obviously wasn't the most ideal place to start a family, but Leon's mother and father decided that in their wealth that they could bring new life to this haunted place.

     Leon's dad worked at an oil company, not getting his hands dirty, no no see he just managed the income and output of products, he had a pretty stable and well paying job. Did he deserve it? No. His mother on the other hand ran a sex trafficking company, she distributed the girls she made all the money.

Neither of his parents were the most.. good people in regular day standards, but they took care of Leon and were now trying to 'improve' Cienna.

My parents names? Well my dads name is Andrew Quill, and my mother's name is Jennifer Quill, with the maiden name of Barcroft. My dads side of the family came from a very long long of, believe it or not, therapists. Yes people who were payed to help other people, but my dad on the other hand couldn't think of anyone but himself and his family. My mother, however followed her parents in the sex trafficking. Unlike her mother though, she ran the company instead of participating in such acts.

Both of his parents were in the regular weight range, his mother a little more skeletal than his father. She had had a good amount of surgeries to keep her appearance in shape. Face lift, Botox, butt lift, Brest implants, the list goes on.

She's the best looking M.I.L.F in Wisconsin, which was saying something. Leon's father had a good amount of muscle to him, he frequently visited the local gym, and took part in small local competitions. He resembled Hyrim Lodge (Riverdale) in a way, his skin was slightly browned also, furthering the resemblance.

Leon was a very scrawny and lanky boy, he didn't have a lot of muscle on him, and slightly resembled the skeleton-like body his mother had. His legs were very long, he almost appeared like a spider, the way he walked appeared almost like he was gliding, floating almost.

The town had its fair share of crazies, from old man joe on the corner of Wicker street, to the pack of homeless women, that were in a 'gang' called Poor Unfortunate Souls which, in Leon's opinion was useless because if they were to just get a job they wouldn't have to be homeless.

He was basically the epitome of spoiled brat who didn't want to be wrong, he couldn't be wrong. Sometimes he would pay off teachers to give him better grades, or he would take it to the next level, just for a simple A+.

Week after week he went girl through girl, one night stands, car sex, whatever he felt was appropriate for his needs. Some may call him a sex addict, he just says he gets what he wants when he wants it how he wants it.

He had never been appropriately diagnosed but sex seemed to be the only thing that could keep his mind off of the towns mishaps.

     He went to a small school called 'Cienna High' so original, no matter how much money his parents made he still attended a public school. His parents could afford a private all-boys school but Leon usually preferred the drama and activities of a public school.

     He lived for chaos as long as he wasn't involved in it. Leon is the type of person to just sit back and watch someone get beaten half to death, with a large bucket of popcorn and a drink. He's an observer, a watcher, he doesn't like to get his hands dirty in the sense of fighting.

     If he could avoid doing work completely he would. He learned this from his grandpa on his mother's side, he had always preached through war flashbacks and blatant racism that if you can make someone do something for you, do it. His whole message was a basic note for laziness, which to his father was never acceptable.

     The first day of Leon's senior year was approaching faster than he anticipated. He hadn't even gone school shopping yet, he usually had all of his new supplies at the beginning of summer. His parents could never settle for less than the best for their little 'angel'.

     Leon would never be caught dead using the same supplies two years in an row. Every year he had to get a new backpack, binders, pencils, and even a new calculator. People call him spoiled, for obvious reasons, but you wouldn't be caught alive calling him that because he didn't see himself as spoiled, no no no, he saw himself as a successful businessman.

     He got what he wanted, no questions asked. Mostly his parents were to blame for his utter disapproval of 'poor people things' he had been conditioned to his lifestyle, it wasn't his fault. Was it?

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Welcome to the new book! This chapter was mainly just for descriptions and other stuff that would help you guys understand the rest of the chapters, this is a little short of 1000 words, but the next ones should be a lot longer and more juicy :)