okay, well, seeing as how i have taken a brief break from the whole 'fanfiction' scene; i have decided to redeem myself with a crazy story. i love crazies. : )
reviewkthnx. (this first chapter is kind of songfic-ish.) I have no idea if it'll be oneshot or not. bah, only if you like it. xD

We Need to Be Medicated
o1: Fake Faces.

This is where I belonged; this room filled with space covered in white, white walls.

Hiding behind the shadows
I'll be waiting in the dark.

I got what I deserved, and so did them.

To drive this blade straight through your heart
I'll drag your body to the car
As blood races down my arm
I think everyone will wonder where you are .

You could only imagine my parents reaction when I told them I was late because I was killing people.

Actually, I doubt you could.

They laughed at me and sent me to my room. This is how it always is, ignore the sincerity in my voice, you fucking morons. Yeah, I killed those people, so why aren't you paying attention?

It's all I wanted from them; attention.

Dear diary my teen bullshit has a body count,
I believe its six going on seven now.

I took this method to a whole new level. After I raped the victims of their lives, I would drag them into my house and pry open the floor. Obviously, I would clean up the blood off the floor and spray some febreeze every few hours; I'm not stupid.

I've been dreaming about you
In a pool of your own blood,
With your eyes gouged out
By the work of my thumbs,
The scent of your insides
From under the floor boards,
The perfect perfume
For settling a score.

The bodies didn't seem to grasp their attention, (yet). The idiots thought that the smell was the cat, little did they know the cat had died about a month ago. My parents were so busy, so... in denial; they had no idea what the hell was going on around them. Maybe it was for the best.

I know that after some more bloodshed they were bound to notice. How could they not notice? How the fuck could they not notice?

I needed to plant one. A body, I mean. Right in their room. It would only take a few hours for them to find it, and then they would notice me. They world could notice me, for I would become the household name.

Children, teens, adults; they would all know who I was.

Sora...

It all took time.