Prologue!

                                    

                                          
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Elliots cold hands seemed to burn his face as he placed them upon his pale cheeks, who was this man? This monster? He used to be so pure before the asylum, before lotus, before fawn, before Oliver, before him.
                          
He gives himself one last touch before turning towards the large mirror leaned against the wall, how? How did they manage to torment a 15 year old boy into becoming so vile, so so..dirty, that's the only way he could describe himself..Elliot looked at himself for the first time that week, he was tired, the bags under his eyes had grown two times the size they were the week before just like the pile of beer cans by his bed..why? Why would they do this?  "You are disgusting! A vile human being..you should die"  the small dark parts of himself never fully seem to go away but how was Elliot the monster? He was 15 and yet he is a monster..those killed he has none, those raped he has none those abused he has none and yet the people who hold him captive in this way of thinking have a high number of all of those and yet..he is the vile one, the monster, the dirty one..you never see it when your life stops like elliot did, it all began 
                          
september 17th 2004
                          
     Elliot swung his legs so they were spread across the aisle..'what a boring ride..' he thought as he looked around the predominantly male bus passengers, He was on his way to Hawthorn Asylum, why you ask? Elliot saw things, things many people did not see, he made the mistake of telling his 'best friend' Austin this and badabing badaboom he's on his way to the looney bin and his parents get a few months away from their troublesome child! Win fucking Win right? So so wrong! Elliot pushed back his then green hair and wondered how ANYONE could think he's his father's child, compared to his father he'd have better luck being the mailman's kid, they were so different..His father had dark black hair, green eyes and was stern and cruel whereas elliot? Well he was just so opposite! With his naturally blonde hair and dark brown eyes..how could they ever been called family? You don't send your family away the second they seem like a challenge! But if that were actually true elliot wouldn't be being bussed halfway across the country just for being a bit different!
                          
    Elliot closed his eyes and decided a nap on the way to the shithole he was going to be spending the next few months with sounded pleasant but just as he was beginning to doze off he felt something softly apply pressure to his legs
                          
"I dont care what monster or phantom you are just get the fuck off me im tired." he grumbled not bothering to wait for a reply before turning over and scrunching himself into the