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Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I hate everything I just did, Belle. I hate what I am,"

She bit back the urge to scoff. "If you hate yourself then I guess I'm something more than hate. But this isn't about me. If you hate everything you did then does that mean you would've rather just left me there like that? Beaten and broken?"

"I'm grateful I saved you but I don't like that I had to resort to what I did to do so. I hate healing and compulsion… It takes away free will, self-control and the meaning of life," He sounded like a depressed poet… He was old and sometimes that showed.

Ugh he's getting sentimental. CAN YOU LIKE NOT RIGHT NOW? "I get that. Hell, I hate being who I am because of what I do. Having to be so split and knowing that I'll have to watch all of the people I've ever met or cared about die while I'm still here because I can't physically leave! I'm trapped here…never to just die peacefully and let my soul go off into the afterlife." She leaned against the yellow siding of the house, her eye tired and sad. She had the appearance like the weight of the entire world was on her shoulders and it kind of was. She had to be heaven and hell, never allowed to be an inhabitant of just one.

He nodded, "We should go," He cleared his throat, "Unless you want to stay and get to know your new dad,"

She shook her head. "Even if he doesn't remember what he's done to me I do and he'll always be like that to me. Let's go."

Ryan nodded as he walked glumly to the motorcycle…

(Ride home…)

Ryan got off the bike and went into his house, guilt riding his brain.

She felt…twitchy. It had been a while since she'd had this feeling. Her fingers pulsed at a steady rhythm along with her eye. She stepped inside feeling her breathing hitch to match the pace of her fingers.

Ryan could hear her, "Are you okay?"

"Y-Y-Yeah. F-Fine." Her twitching was growing more spastic. Um, what do we do again? Can't remember. Just give it a while, it'll come back.

Ryan felt like screaming, he wanted to help Belle but couldn't really, not now. He wanted to turn and run, let Convel take his rage out for a few hours. "Yeah you sound fine," He responded with sacrasm.

Finally, it came back to her. Oh…shit. Yeah we have to get her out of here. I don't feel like dealing with the bodies. Her vision flashed red. It was fast. Only a split second. But it was still there. (Just to clarify, she starts twitching when she's starting to go insane. It's a side effect from the asylums. It happens sometimes. And you don't want to be in the same mile as her when she goes insane, much less the same room.)

"Hey Belle, can I, umm, I need to go. I promise I'll be back," the whites of his eyes were already red.

The corner of her mouth had joined the twitching. She giggled with a bit of insane joy. "Aww, but why leave when you can stay here with me?" She smiled, seemingly innocent.

"Because I'm going to turn and I don't think I'm in a position to control that right now… So unless you want to be ripped to shreds by an oversized wolf…"

She shrugged, pulling a knife from her bag. (I swear, that bag of hers is made of fucking magic.) She toyed with it, not even worried about cutting herself. "Aww fine. But I'll be waiting. No, we'll be waiting for you." She giggled again, waving her knife and continuing to play with it. It was an average knife with mysterious dark stains on it. Blood stains.

"Nami?" He sniffed, "Why?" He really wasn't in the mood to deal with this.

(I is back!)
She shook her head. "Not this time honey. The girl you see here is still Belle. She's just slowly going insane. It's a little thing I picked up from the asylums."

He blinked, "I don't think I understand, Belle,"

She smiled. "When Nami would take over after I first got her, she reigned free. I didn't know how to control her. So she would randomly take over and murder a bunch of people then leave me to deal with the consequences. The most common one being 5-15 years in a mental hospital. And do you know how long it took for me to get her under control? 5 years when I wasn't stuck in those damn asylums. And that mixed with the stress of not knowing how to control her made my mental health diminish very quickly. Eventually, I went completely insane. Usually I can control it but sometimes, sometimes I just can't. This is one of those times where I can't."

The girl in front of him reminded him too much of Nami, he growled threateningly. He just wanted Belle.

She didn't look fazed. She gently dragged the knife along the skin of her arms. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks. "If you want your precious girly, you'll just have to wait." She hummed a tune as she continued marking her arms.

He took the knife from her hands, "IN THE MEANTIME, you will not hurt her,"

She pouted like a small child. "Aww why not? I was having fun!"

"I am not 'having fun,' I want you to sit the fuck down," He growled as he walked the other way.

(I'm going to assume that is sarcasm so as your friend I am obligated to ask what's wrong. So, what's wrong?)
She did as she was told, swinging her feet and smiling innocently. You could practically see the blood on her hands, on her face, and the bodies below her as she sat there without a care in the world.

(It's really nothing)

"We have something in common… You like seeing your victims right? It gives you an irreplaceable rush,"

She nodded, her eye wide with a murderous glee. "Of course! It's always better to see the way victims plead for their lives like if they beg hard enough you'll spare them."