with cigarettes and valentines ` ` [open]

[vladimir logan todd]

it's in your eyes, a c o l o r fade out
- - - - - - LOOKS LIKE A N E W TRANSITION, THE STARTING UP AND SHAKING YOUR
GROUND. TURNING YOUR HEAD TO SEE A NEW DAY CALLING - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Dressed in his everyday clothes, a pair of white skinny jeans and a checkered black and white sweatshirt, the red and black haired boy walked down the hall way and into the rec room. Now, Vlad was not one to hang around a lot of people, but it was sort of empty in the large room, so he was perfectly fine with that. Vlad was a stage four psychotic boy. He was just twenty years old, and he was already a murderer. he killed his entire family, and was found with parts of his mother's muscles in his mouth, her body torn apart. They were all a bunch of assholes to him, and he snapped one day, it wasn't his fault! Okay, yes it was, but he refused to think that it was his fault. Running his pale white fingers through his dark red hair, he walked a bit rather into the room. The color red in his hair was almost the same color of blood, it was just a bit darker. he liked it that way, though he also liked it white. but he didn't like just a plain color. No. it needed to pop out a bit, show off if you will.

The twenty year old had not been here that long, but he took no time to get to know people. he didn't like people, not after his high school experience in the slightest sense. He had barely any friends, all of his classmates mad fun of him for being who he was. It was just not fun at all. When he was eighteen he gave up, dropped out in his senior year, and that's when he killed his whole family. Now, he didn't feel any pain when he killed them. Not at all. Vladimir Todd was almost emotionless when he murdered his whole family. It was probably a few days before he stopped showing up in school that he murdered them, and left their bodies in the house. He went to school and lost it there, and snapped at anyone who even looked at him funny before he left. To which they called the house and no one would answer until they were told the whole family had been murdered, with Vladmir's arrest for killing everyone. Now, he had his trial, he was found innocent because they thought he had mental problems, and he left. Left the state, and just disappeared for a while. Until they found him, and sent him here. Now, he didn't really want go, but it was here, or prison. Well, as you can see, he chose here.

Vladimir walked more into the room, not sure what to even think of the place. He had never been in this room before, but he was told by his 'doctors' that he should go and make a few friends here, whether he liked it or not. Soon enough, his doctors found out that he wasn't making friends and just hanging out in the library, to which they did not seem to like. Not that he really cared, but he got told to go make friends before they forced him. Now, he didn't want to be forced to do something, usually that did not end very well for everyone, and he didn't really want to be in the relapse room. He heard that was not a good place. And that it was fully guarded. Which he didn't want that. He didn't want to be watched every second, of every minute that he was in there. Oh no. He was playing it good for now. Until someone would piss him off, then well, they might as well put him in a straight jacket and throw him in a nice padded room. He was not one to fuck with.

Playing with the multiple necklaces around his neck, the thin boy stood in the middle of the room, clearly lost. he didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that he wanted to do something. Now, if no one wanted to talk to him, that was fine. he could say that he tried to make a friend or two, but no one wanted to talk to him. They would listen to that right? Well, he hoped that they would. But he knew better. They wouldn't accept that, and they would just force him to make friends with people, even though he hated people, and he did not even like to be around people. He was a cannibal, his body wanted the blood, the flesh of people for gods sake. He wanted that more then anything else in the world. But he couldn't have it. He was going to spend the rest of his life in places like this every time he killed someone for their flesh. And that was not a good sign. He wanted the flesh of anyone, but he couldn't have it. Vladimir bit his lip and using his teeth to pull the skin off his lip, he drew blood from his lip. Now, as digusting as that sounded, he stood there, sucking on his own lip, letting the red liquid into his mouth. He let the rusty taste sit on his tongue. Now, not a lot of blood ever came out of his lip, but it was enough to make him calm down a bit.

The boy looked more lost then ever, he didn't know anyone of the few people in the room. Hell, he didn't even know what he was going to do in the room. He wanted to do something, but most of the things in the large room were for more then one person, and you can't play most two player games with just one person can you? No it just makes you look like an idiot for doing such a thing. Vladimir sighed, and ran his fingers through his red and black hair again, just trying to think of something to do. Maybe if someone else came up to him, he would talk to them. But Vladimir was not one to actually make the first move and talk to anyone first. Oh no. He was that kid in high school who would sit in the back and do everything by himself, never asking once for help from anyone, not even the teachers.

does it f e e l like a head to lean on?
- - - - - - - - A SNAPSHOT FROM WHERE YOU BORN. I'M LOOKING FOR YOUR HAND IN
THE ROUGH, YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WIRE. WELL I'LL L I F T YOU OUT - - - - - - - - - - -

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