the boy i am........isn't me (spanking)

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I was listening to My chemical Romance

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Niall In wonderland

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Welome to this tragic affair of life, but you would not understand how tragic it is until you look in the mirror and don't like what you see. You can only then find out first-hand what its like to be me.

You can die, you can lie in the hospital bed or your heart can stop beating, but you will not go anywhere. The world is mad, but only few can see it.

"Stop!" Men and women did the unforgivable as they gave each other a show of holding me down and inserting shots to keep me from insanity; or basically to make the anger in me vanish. Their mission is to make all the brokenness disappear.

They were sick of my yelling and refusing to give in to the torture, so they chained me to the bed that was meant for the insane and covered my mouth with cloth. This is how they make the brokenness of me disappear? Lovely.

I tried pushing against the chains, but they shoved my body against the cemented bed and clinged onto my skin like death. Shearing pain was spread against my sides and I had no control, not even having the power to scream and cry. But these sick fucks must enjoy the entertainment.

I turned my head hopping to distract myself from all this pain and madness, but my eyes are playing devilish tricks on me. There on the cemented bed beside mine I saw another patient on the bed, but unlike me who was in a mess of insanity that had psychical doctors attacking there moral self, they lied against the hard bed, just watching me with a devilish Cheshire shit-eating smirk that took this view for grant. I struggled more, not liking how I was slowly submitting from weakness or the intense stare that this fucking clown next to me was giving me, proving my pain was a show.

"Stop moving!" One man yelled before slamming his hand down onto my bare chest, before gripping my jaw to force my mouth open. They kept my mouth open with hooks and approached my mouth with scissors. I cried and tasted salty tears go into my mouth that was beginning to ache,  before turning my eyes to look back at the mysterious boy, yet when I turned he was no longer there.

Have I gone mad?

I shut my eyes and kept my head at the side, refusing to witness this abuse anymore, however my plans disappeared like a soul leaving a body after death when a hand bated my head and gripped my hair and forcing me to look back up.

I knew for sure I was a lunatic, because no longer were the doctors inserting shots to me, but instead the boy with the Cheshire smirk layed in my sight

His eyes were a beautiful green that swallowed all your innocense and took your soul with it to escape.

I stared at him and my heart beat calmed down as I stared into his eyes of darkness and hell, before he snapped my neck to the other side. I screamed in agony as it felt like needles slowly being pushed into me with each heart beat that thumped against me faster than the speed of sound.

"Open your damn eyes!" The boy spat and I followed orders from the asshole of a sadist and was surprised by the devil himself in a nice business suit. I knew the face immeditaly as Zayn, but I knew for sure he is the devil. I am not religious but I been told that the devil is not an ugly man, but the most handsome that you can meet. Thats how he gets you.

I tried screaming again, but it was a lost cause with the hooks around me. Zayn approached me and I fought against the chains opening to break free and snapped my neck to the other side of the room, where I believe I meet the angel in rags for clothes and a beard that was sprinked with gray hair and dirt. But the story so far has a twist.