Decalcomania

Chapter three -Pt1

                - His Mind -

                                         Alvin's POV

The moment Stephan walked into the room, I knew, of course I would know. he was here to take me to the so called 'special room'. the room where I lose every left crumb of sanity in my no longer there brain. I walked along the corridor with them, staring blankly at the floor and getting myself ready mentally and physically to what was about to happen. It wasn't something I liked nor hated, it was something I enjoyed and felt ashamed of. After all, I have no right to choose between what I like and what I don't, my body was not programmed for such emotions.

They pushed me inside the soundproof room, where I found my usual bed, chair and other things. Things that I don't really want to mention. Before he would say anything, I lied on the bed and waited for the sting, my neck yearned for that liquid, in fact, every part of my body wanted to taste it. The flavor of insanity and numbness combined together.

He walked to me with the syringe on his hand, half smirk placed on his lips.

"Before I give you this, I need to ask you first!" he lowered his head closer to me, in order to hear what he was about to whisper clearly, "Who are you?" he emphasized on 'You'

Now, it was my turn to smirk.

I glanced at him for few seconds then lifted my head up, getting closer to his, "I don't know about that!" I paused, my smirk grew, "but I definitely know, I'm not a filthy puppet like you!" I finished, still fixing my dark eyes on him.

Stephan took a step back and ran his eyes around the room, anywhere but me. He was scared, I could tell from the way his hands were vibrating, he could barely hold the syringe.

I chuckled at the amusing sight and lied back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering, 'who am I?' I can never answer this question, how can I? when I don't even know which one of them I am. All I know, is that, the body belongs to me and I don't want to allow him to take the light, I'm trying to protect him. I know how weak he is, and he can never handle any of this. I have been protecting him for the past ten years and I will continue doing it.

The syringe kissed my neck aggressively, with full anger and irritation from Stephan. I smirked one more time before I fully lose touch to my body. My eyes were still open, still sending me updates of everything around me, my ears too. but the rest of me was uncontrollable.

Stephan grabbed my both arms and chained them up to the sides of the bed, they didn't trust their own serum, especially that it started to have less effect on me through the years.

Not too long later, I heard the click-clack sound of her heels echoing in the dark halls, step by step, getting closer to the room. I knew, it was time to draw portraits of disgusted on my skin, I could hear the longing in her walks, she wanted me, and just the thought of it made my lips form into a sickened smile.

There she was standing in front of me, grinning evilly, well dressed and perfumed, her perfume suffocated me in so many ways that can't be described. her hands found their way to my honey messy hair, drawing her index down my face. Maybe my body was numb, but I still could feel her cold finger passing by every corner in my body, I knew, she was obsessed with me.

I pity her.

After few hours of sketching sexual revolting flecks on my skin, she moved away from me. her eyes full of lust and the plastered smile decorated on her face like never before. again, the stigma was strong on me. Through the years, I got used to it, I, myself started to feel the lust too, sometimes I would try to stop them but other times I would just accept and enjoy the dastardly feeling.