𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

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I swapped my innocence for Pride,
Crushed the end within the stride,
Said I'm strong, now I know that I'm a lever,

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I was glaring at her. I knew it.
My head was facing down, but my eyes were staring upwards, cold bloody murder into her, piercing through even her most inner organs.
I knew, I was making her uncomfortable, she made it so painfully obvious by the way her glossy red nails reflected the light as she played with the fancy pen in hand.

She broke the silence, and the staring contest.
So she's a brave one, eh?
Slowly, she placed the pen down, pushing her hand outwards above the table that distanced us, offering a hand shake.
I chuckled maniacally, jolting my body forward, watching as my arms were stuck crossed over.

"O-oh. They didn't undo your straight jacket. Mr. Oh, please do so."
She turned her head to the corner of this dull-lit, disgusting room, to view the body guard that stood tall, quietly like a mere mouse in the corner.

"Are you sure? He is an Ackerman after all."
Cautiously he stepped out from within the shadows created by the corner of the room, as the woman in front of me hummed in response, overly too positive to be honest.

My arms were released and slacked down to my lap as they had gone numb from the position they rarely ever moved from now.
Relieved, I clicked my tongue averting my murderous eyes to her hand.
Her hand she held out, was clothed with a white cloth glove.

The whiteness of the glove was almost blinding, not a spick of grey dust, not even a bit of yellowing from age.
The clean glove, covering her filthily hand, was the only reason I shook her hand.

"I'm Doctor Min Chun Hei, I'll be treating you while you stay here at the mental ward."

Upon touch, it felt like electricity throughout my body, an unexplainable force made me love her, and hate her at the same time. I wanted to hurt her whilst I kept her safe. Make her bleed and scream, while she stays fast asleep in comfort.

"You know my name."
I barked harshly, gripping her hand tighter, which cause her to yelp and pull back. Oh I could do so much worse to her. It was fire all over my body, just thinking about it.

"L-Levi A-Ackerman, right?"
She stuttered, trying to regain her professional attire attitude, still stun by my incredible amount of strength.

In all honesty, even I know, I didn't need this much strength, it was almost inhumane, and god! I could do so many inhumane actions to others with this strength, I was basically a god myself.

"No, I'm Louis fucking Rifenberg."
I growled, slamming my palms onto the table, which again, jolted the fearful woman in her seat, as she closed her eyes and swallowed in fear.

The body guard rushed behind me, grabbing my arms in order to replace them as before.
"No, that's alright Mr. Oh."

Chun Hei had told, basically her servant in my opinion. The man's grasp left my arms, that left me letting a low tch escape my lips.

"Mr. Louis Rifenberg,"
She smiled innocently, oh god I'm going to wipe every single fucking innocence from your body.
"Let's start with some diagnoses today, shall we?"

"Whatever."
And before I knew it, she had leaned down in under the table, retrieving a knotted plastic bag.
I raised an eyebrow, my body slightly turned away from her. She gave that innocent fucking smile again, her eyes bright with a special star sparkle in them.

She untied the bag, flipping it upside down, and out came a bunch of clutter of dirt.
Crumbled papers, dust, floor sweepings, candy wrappers, I'm sure even some liquid from plastic cups dripped. The garbage overflowed on the table and some fell onto the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?"
I questioned angrily, watching as she reached down again, grabbing another bag. Her thin body, clothed by a long white jacket risen from the table, her red, glossy heels clicking in unison as she walked away, bag in hand.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

In the middle of the room, she untied the bag, dropping the contents into the floor, where she lightly kicked them, sprawling the clutter over the room.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"

She took another bag, with her huge smile, and dumped it on my bed. Oh! Oh god!
"You may do the jacket back up, Mr. Oh."
This is just cruel.

"No! No! No you fucking bitch!!"
I hollered ruthlessly, watching as she waddled her way calmly out of the rusted green room I stayed in.

It's dirty enough without this stuff! No! I can't handle this! I can't breathe! It's suffocating me! The garbage! It's suffocating me!

I couldn't move my arms again, as the leather belts had restrained me once again.
The brightest light I would see for the day poured in the room, as the doctor held the door open for her bodyguard to leave.

"Do have a good rest, Mr. Ackerman."

And with that, the door slammed shut and was locked.

It's suffocating me.
Please, it's suffocating me.

As I gasped for air, my eyes wandering around at the garbage, I heard the woman outside my door, sigh, her back banging against it.

"Mr. Oh, who is my next patient?"

"His name is Erwin Smith, also from Paradis Island."