-- Title -- Suicide Treatment

-- Author -- Daimon Minerva

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I have thought about it and found it to be an answer deep down inside of me. My cuts are just post-it notes on my body, more evident on my arms and it seems like I'm branded for life. Teeth which clamp down and don't release their painful grip, that's how I felt. How I felt when the sharp object I'd call Freedom, cut into my flesh and sent chills up my spine. Wasn't really painful, it just released me from everything else that I had began to feel and it felt good. Depression was what my doctor said I was, I don't think I was depressed and some could say I enjoyed the pain. The pain released me from my shell, allowed me to be different from other mindless drones and I felt free. Just, I didn't know it had a price. A price that was too unreal to believe in and I didn't even say good bye.

-- Chapter -- One

-- Title -- Grip, Cut and a Bloody Release

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I glanced up towards the large, white house and suddenly felt like my stomach flopped on me. Turning to my friend, Rebecca, I smiled faintly. "Think this is a good thing to get into?" I asked.

She smiled broadly. "Yeah! Don't be such a poopie-seat," she chided," It'll be real quick, I promise!"

"Poopie-seat? What the hell is that?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I raised my eyebrows and shrugged before I turned back to the house. "Not really....go on and I'll stick around the front of the doors," I replied.

"Oh, alright then. Be right back!" She exclaimed and seemed to dance into the white house.

I turned around and looked for anything to do. A bench was in front of me and I walked around to lounge for a while. I pulled out a pen that had lost it's ink and examined the altered tip. The pen was small, compact and black. The tip was fine point and was sharp at the end. I sighed and rested my head back slightly as I guided the pen down my arm. Pain didn't even enter my mind as I raked it up and down my arm, slowly making the flesh vanish in a line. Red appeared on my arm, but blood and pain didn't reveal themselves. I pulled it up slowly and glanced down at my arm. A red line, about four inches long, was in the middle of my forearm and I smirked. I licked my finger and ran it along the line, which ignited a stinging sensation.

"Nichole?" A deep voice asked.

I glanced over to my right and two men stood there. Both dressed in white suits and a black truck was parked in front of me. "Yeah, who are you?" I asked with my right eyebrow raised slightly," Need something?"

The doors to the truck burst open and the man with blonde hair grabbed my arm. I was startled and my first reaction was to kick him in the shin, which I did. He grunted and I broke from his grasp. My heart beat into my ribcage as I ran as fast as I could down the sidewalk and I heard the roar of the truck motor as it revved to life. Panic seeped into my skin and mind as my shoes thudded against a sewer top. The truck came fast and passed by me, which surprised me slightly that I stopped. Arms wrapped around my arms and pulled them behind my back in a painful pressure. A piece of duck tape was placed on my lips and a piece of fabric came over my eyes. "I don't think you'd want to do that again, Nichole," the same exact voice from before growled," You'd have a fate far worse if you do."

I mumbled against the duck tape and suddenly everything faded into nothingness when a scent wafted into my nose.

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I gasped and opened my eyes to see white all around me. My hands were bound together by tape and even my legs were. The duck tape was still on my mouth and all I had was my other senses. I looked around and not even a piece of dust was on the white room's fabric. I didn't see a door, nor any windows and suddenly I was panicked. Kidnapped!

Sweat began to form on my brow and tears caressed my cheeks. I shuddered at what the captors might do to me and I made a little whimper. A sound alerted me to the right side of the room and a door opened. A man walked in and he closed the door once he was inside. He wore a black suit, his hair was white and his eyes were slate gray like a storm. His face looked young, but his whole form was older and he walked around me. I tried to watch him, but couldn't turn my head in a full circle and always had to turn my head all the way back to the other side to see him again. He stopped after about the fifth time around and took a closer step towards me. His hand raised up and I jerked back in surprise at his touch on my face. "Don't be scared," he said in a deep, young voice which bounced off the white walls," I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to take this tape off your mouth so I can converse with you."

He pulled the tape gingerly off my mouth and rolled it into a ball once it was off.

"What the hell is going on here?! Where am I?!" I screamed at him," If it's money you damn kidnappers want, sorry, but you'll have to kill me cause I don't have any! All I-"

"We are not kidnappers, Nichole. We are just..well..exterminators of the ill-minds."

Ill-minds?

"What are you talking about? I was kidnapped! Are you the ring leader, I'd have imagined you as a fat guy with a cigar in hand. How are you so young looking? No one in the kidnapping business looks as young as you."

The man shrugged and backed away slowly. "Those are in the movies, and I am not a boss. There is no boss here and no kidnappers. We just removed you from that realm to save the other simple minded organisms."

I eye'd him and looked around the room. "Okay, now you've lost me. I'm going to have a pms hissy fit in about a minute and I don't think you want to hear it."

"I'd rather not, that's why I have that collar on you...."

I suddenly realized there was something around my neck and I didn't think much of it before because I had had a turtleneck on. Now I was wearing a simple white outfit that clashed with my black lustre hair and light green eyes. I couldn't touch the light weight object around my throat because my limbs were bound and I growled at the man with fury. "Who the hell do you think you are for putting this collar on me!? I'm not an animal! I'm a human being!" I snapped.

"Human? Oh, mammal...hah, forgot my species," he chuckled.

"You're human too! Man, this seems a little too sci-fi for me!"

The man made a tsk sound with his mouth and waved his right index finger side to side. "You see not with your mind, but with your eyes. You are a very interesting human, ill-minded and we were lucky enough to stumble upon you."

"Who are you? Have a name?"

"Dragus," he replied with a bow," I hope you find this place comforting. I should help you out of those confinements."

"What kind of name is Dragus? Sounds like a fiction name, tell me your real name."

He stared at me dumbly for a while and a smile snaked across his lips. "That is my real name, Dragus Lenioke. Of the Dragonian Colony of Mikanolsa."

I sighed and finally believed everything that my therapist had been saying. I had a wild imagination, but I think this is the wildest it has gotten.

Dragus knelt beside my chair and the tape came undone. I didn't see him with a pair of scissors, or even a knife and I tried to turn around to see what he used to cut through the tape. He cut through the tape before I turned around and I pulled the rest of the tape off my wrists. I rubbed them and remembered how roughly I was handled before this. I finally reached up and touched the ring around my neck. There was no buckle and it felt like leather, but I didn't smell the leather. Dragus walked around me and turned around to look at me. "May be uncomfortable for now, but you'll get used to it. All the others do," he said with a smile.

I glared at him and stood up. Suddenly I felt light-headed and collapsed into Dragus, who caught me easily like it was nothing. "Did...did those guys drug me?" I murmered, trying to regain my normal sight.

"No, your body is just getting used to this realm."

Realm?

I closed my eyes and opened them, sadly not getting any better than I had been before. Dragus held me and I found that he had a strong, but gentle, grip on me. I was leaned up against his firm chest and my hands were on his biceps. I could feel the steel muscle beneath his skin and it was warm to my touch. He repositioned me so I had my right side leaned into his chest and the door opened. A few white clad men entered the room and my vision became normal just as the man who had tried to capture me entered. I recognized him because of his blonde tresses and his dark, purple eyes. "So, Dragus, you released her already?" He asked," Aren't you confident."

"She is a human, they aren't strong mammals," Dragus replied," You came here to check up on her, Malkou?"

The blonde, now Malkou, shrugged and it seemed to be an order to the other guys to leave because they did. Malkou smiled and glanced at me. "Nichole, you may be wondering why you are here in Dragonia?"

"Dragonia?" I repeated.

"Yes, another realm just as one hundred others are from Earth. You did not belong there because you have a special case."

"Special case?"

"You love pain, I'm right about that and you spend your time cutting yourself. You are an infection to Earth and we, the Dragonians, had to remove you from the healthy community."

I glowered. "Who are you to dictate!?" I snapped," You look human enough!"

"Oh, but I'm not. We Dragonians are half dragon and half mage."

I closed my eyes as my brain beat into my skull and Dragus's grip tightened slightly. "Her mind is already weak from my power, Malkou. You'll destroy her if you try, besides....Herkaro said this one is mine and you should stay away if you know what's good for you," he warned.

"You haven't won yet, Dragus," Malkou sneered and left the room.

I leaned into Dragus as everything began to haze and become dark.

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to be continued....