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The Laughing Academy
2 ReviewsEvelyn Paige thought she was pretty normal... but her splitting persona leads her to Bloodium Academy, which hundreds of mentally ill students call home, though she just calls it the nut house... p...
. . .THE LAUGHING ACADEMY. . .
. . . C . H . A . P . T . E . R . O . N . E . . .
A sleek, black car drove down a lonely, winding country road.
It was evening, as apparent in the beautiful pastel drenched skies, and the surroundings were getting darker and darker.
In the car was a handsome, older man, with peppered brown hair and light green eyes. He appeared a little stressed and nervous as he drove. And in the backseat was a young woman. While she appeared normal, she wasn’t normal, and she knew it...
Her head was full of misery, everything she's done in the past, what her future would be like, and the voice, that damned voice. Although she hated that voice, deep down, she liked it too.
She remembers when everything started to take a nose dive, when she was just sixteen years old.
Perhaps it was your typical story of workaholic parents who didn’t trust public schools ever since they saw that news story about the school shooting, or they didn’t make enough for snooty private schools, so instead they had their daughter home schooled by an affordable teacher.
Mr. Knott was sent out, just a random teacher picked out by the affluent yet affordable company. Evelyn was unsure of him at first, a stranger being in the house with her all day, her parents were assured that all of the teachers were top notch and professional. She had to admit that for a couple of weeks, he actually was a pleasant man. Cute, with thick brown hair, and hazel eyes, he hated dull lessons and would always play music or do magic for her.
But he was physical with her, touching her shoulder or forearm when he spoke. The girl found these things just a little intimidating, being a teenager with a wild mind, wondering what was going on in that head of his...
But his charm crumbled soon enough.
She was washing her hands after using the restroom, absent mindedly forgetting to lock the door as she usually would during "school". She quickly turned when she heard the door open behind her, her hands soaking wet, to see Mr. Knott walk in.
She backed up against the sink, opening her mouth to protest his rudeness, when he brought his hand from his pocket to reveal a glinting knife. Threateningly, he held her at knife point, while the trembling girl followed his disgusting orders.
He let her go without problems, but promised that anyone she told would be killed if they dared take any actions towards him. Putting the poor girl in a horrible situation, her mind would soon "change", and so would be the birth of the voice.
He loved to get her cornered when she took bathroom breaks, when he'd pick the lock and slink in with his knife, demanding a pleasure or two from her.
She felt that she could do nothing but comply, but she began to deal with it.
Every time he greeted her in such places as the bathroom, her feelings of fear and disgust would boil up, and she would enter a "blank" state.
The blank state was simply the girl. She took orders and responded to questions, but was slightly duller, numb if you will. Although the girl found it strange when she'd black out into this state, she was relieved that she wouldn't have to pleasure him and be forced to remember it, although she still felt the effects of the incident afterwards.
And it wasn’t too long before this blank state acquired a distinct personality and even a name, Lilith. You could call Lilith the opposite of the girl in many ways, being much more outspoken, aggressive and vulgar... pretty much everything that was hidden deeper within the girl was in Lilith.
Lilith developed as an authority figure within the girl, an older sister type if you will, and found Mr. Knott less than pleasant. She was afraid for her own wellbeing, as well as the wellbeing of loved ones and friends, thus placing the girl in a difficult situation which could not be escaped so easily, except through force... such a horrid man only deserved a horrid punishment.
And Lilith knew what she would give him.
During one of his daily advances when the girl would hear the click of the lock and see Mr. Knott wander into the bathroom with her, the girl would become stressed and run away from reality, allowing Lilith to take control of her body until the stressful event passed and her mind calmed.
On this particular afternoon he was leaning up against the bathroom door, unzipping his jeans and stuffing his hand inside while he held the knife in the other.
Lilith had backed away from the sink when he came in, and had settled on the ledge of the bathtub.
"We don't really need that knife anymore; you know you can trust me after all this time"
She purred, looking him up and down with dark, low lidded eyes, and a smile on her lips.
He pulled out his penis, watching her as she stood up and walked over to him.
"Well..."
He muttered uncertainly, as she pressed herself up against him, taking his organ in her hand and massaging it for him.
"I'll give you whatever you want, Aaron"
Lilith whispered in his ear throatily.
She slid her hand underneath his shirt and rubbed his bare chest, licking him on the cheek before her tongue lingered into his mouth.
He moaned lowly as she continuously massaged him, and she smiled ever so gently, because she knew she had him. The dirt bag had never seen such deviant behavior from the normally timid girl, whom usually did whatever she was commanded to and nothing more to him.
Never having seen her react so strongly, he believed he had finally intertwined the girl into some kind of "Stockholm Syndrome" type of situation, like she'd become some little pathetic doggie that needed this sick shit to get by. He dropped the knife, too focused on his own pleasure to even care.
As she crouched to her knees, she caught the knife soundlessly.
As she began massaging him orally, she slowly brought the knife in from the bottom.
It only took one quick motion to make sure this man never experienced pleasure again. A quick cut, blood splattered everywhere, and she quickly backed away, his prized penis still in her mouth.
He screamed in pain, grasping the extremely bloody area as he staggered forward, but it was only for a few seconds. She quickly tackled him, pushing him up against the bathroom door and shoving the detached organ in his mouth to act as a gag. She took that bloodied knife and began stabbing him in various regions of the torso repeatedly, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, as the bathroom floor was filled with more and more blood.
It was at least a minute before she backed away from the door and his body, which fell limply to her feet.
"Choke on that, you fucking pervert!"
Lilith gasped, out of breath, spitting down on the bloodied body.
She took a few steps backwards, and blacked out, though only for a few seconds.
Her chin dipped down into her chest, as if she was drowsy and falling asleep, and quickly snapped up again, to reveal a surprised, scared face.
"You know... I helped you"
The voice said.
The girl froze with fear, already overwhelmed enough by the body on the floor, the blood everywhere; she turned and turned to find the owner of the voice in the tiny bathroom.
"Just look in the mirror to find me"
The voice purred.
That was the day Evelyn Paige was freed from the grip of Mr. Knott.
But the price of that freedom from Mr. Knott would send her to her next destination.
Her parents pleaded that she not be tried as an adult for this murder, and that it was simply committed in self-defense. While true, the Judge found it quite strange when the girl explained that her "other" side did it.
Evelyn Paige was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, and the Judge decided to send the girl to a certain academy.
Bloodium Academy to be exact.
Only a small fee of a couple of hundred dollars are charged every year to keep said student, and your child only has to stay for as long as you'd like, although the cut-off age for students is twenty-one.
The academy acts as a safe haven for mentally ill children and teenagers, where they are kept under close watch and kept away from the public as a safety precaution.
Simply put, her fate was a prison full of nutcases... she might as well be sent to the fucking loony bin, but the Judge was sure attending Bloodium would help her.
The car darkened as they entered a thick forest, and she sighed uncertainly...
. . . C . H . A . P . T . E . R . O . N . E . . .
A sleek, black car drove down a lonely, winding country road.
It was evening, as apparent in the beautiful pastel drenched skies, and the surroundings were getting darker and darker.
In the car was a handsome, older man, with peppered brown hair and light green eyes. He appeared a little stressed and nervous as he drove. And in the backseat was a young woman. While she appeared normal, she wasn’t normal, and she knew it...
Her head was full of misery, everything she's done in the past, what her future would be like, and the voice, that damned voice. Although she hated that voice, deep down, she liked it too.
She remembers when everything started to take a nose dive, when she was just sixteen years old.
Perhaps it was your typical story of workaholic parents who didn’t trust public schools ever since they saw that news story about the school shooting, or they didn’t make enough for snooty private schools, so instead they had their daughter home schooled by an affordable teacher.
Mr. Knott was sent out, just a random teacher picked out by the affluent yet affordable company. Evelyn was unsure of him at first, a stranger being in the house with her all day, her parents were assured that all of the teachers were top notch and professional. She had to admit that for a couple of weeks, he actually was a pleasant man. Cute, with thick brown hair, and hazel eyes, he hated dull lessons and would always play music or do magic for her.
But he was physical with her, touching her shoulder or forearm when he spoke. The girl found these things just a little intimidating, being a teenager with a wild mind, wondering what was going on in that head of his...
But his charm crumbled soon enough.
She was washing her hands after using the restroom, absent mindedly forgetting to lock the door as she usually would during "school". She quickly turned when she heard the door open behind her, her hands soaking wet, to see Mr. Knott walk in.
She backed up against the sink, opening her mouth to protest his rudeness, when he brought his hand from his pocket to reveal a glinting knife. Threateningly, he held her at knife point, while the trembling girl followed his disgusting orders.
He let her go without problems, but promised that anyone she told would be killed if they dared take any actions towards him. Putting the poor girl in a horrible situation, her mind would soon "change", and so would be the birth of the voice.
He loved to get her cornered when she took bathroom breaks, when he'd pick the lock and slink in with his knife, demanding a pleasure or two from her.
She felt that she could do nothing but comply, but she began to deal with it.
Every time he greeted her in such places as the bathroom, her feelings of fear and disgust would boil up, and she would enter a "blank" state.
The blank state was simply the girl. She took orders and responded to questions, but was slightly duller, numb if you will. Although the girl found it strange when she'd black out into this state, she was relieved that she wouldn't have to pleasure him and be forced to remember it, although she still felt the effects of the incident afterwards.
And it wasn’t too long before this blank state acquired a distinct personality and even a name, Lilith. You could call Lilith the opposite of the girl in many ways, being much more outspoken, aggressive and vulgar... pretty much everything that was hidden deeper within the girl was in Lilith.
Lilith developed as an authority figure within the girl, an older sister type if you will, and found Mr. Knott less than pleasant. She was afraid for her own wellbeing, as well as the wellbeing of loved ones and friends, thus placing the girl in a difficult situation which could not be escaped so easily, except through force... such a horrid man only deserved a horrid punishment.
And Lilith knew what she would give him.
During one of his daily advances when the girl would hear the click of the lock and see Mr. Knott wander into the bathroom with her, the girl would become stressed and run away from reality, allowing Lilith to take control of her body until the stressful event passed and her mind calmed.
On this particular afternoon he was leaning up against the bathroom door, unzipping his jeans and stuffing his hand inside while he held the knife in the other.
Lilith had backed away from the sink when he came in, and had settled on the ledge of the bathtub.
"We don't really need that knife anymore; you know you can trust me after all this time"
She purred, looking him up and down with dark, low lidded eyes, and a smile on her lips.
He pulled out his penis, watching her as she stood up and walked over to him.
"Well..."
He muttered uncertainly, as she pressed herself up against him, taking his organ in her hand and massaging it for him.
"I'll give you whatever you want, Aaron"
Lilith whispered in his ear throatily.
She slid her hand underneath his shirt and rubbed his bare chest, licking him on the cheek before her tongue lingered into his mouth.
He moaned lowly as she continuously massaged him, and she smiled ever so gently, because she knew she had him. The dirt bag had never seen such deviant behavior from the normally timid girl, whom usually did whatever she was commanded to and nothing more to him.
Never having seen her react so strongly, he believed he had finally intertwined the girl into some kind of "Stockholm Syndrome" type of situation, like she'd become some little pathetic doggie that needed this sick shit to get by. He dropped the knife, too focused on his own pleasure to even care.
As she crouched to her knees, she caught the knife soundlessly.
As she began massaging him orally, she slowly brought the knife in from the bottom.
It only took one quick motion to make sure this man never experienced pleasure again. A quick cut, blood splattered everywhere, and she quickly backed away, his prized penis still in her mouth.
He screamed in pain, grasping the extremely bloody area as he staggered forward, but it was only for a few seconds. She quickly tackled him, pushing him up against the bathroom door and shoving the detached organ in his mouth to act as a gag. She took that bloodied knife and began stabbing him in various regions of the torso repeatedly, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing, as the bathroom floor was filled with more and more blood.
It was at least a minute before she backed away from the door and his body, which fell limply to her feet.
"Choke on that, you fucking pervert!"
Lilith gasped, out of breath, spitting down on the bloodied body.
She took a few steps backwards, and blacked out, though only for a few seconds.
Her chin dipped down into her chest, as if she was drowsy and falling asleep, and quickly snapped up again, to reveal a surprised, scared face.
"You know... I helped you"
The voice said.
The girl froze with fear, already overwhelmed enough by the body on the floor, the blood everywhere; she turned and turned to find the owner of the voice in the tiny bathroom.
"Just look in the mirror to find me"
The voice purred.
That was the day Evelyn Paige was freed from the grip of Mr. Knott.
But the price of that freedom from Mr. Knott would send her to her next destination.
Her parents pleaded that she not be tried as an adult for this murder, and that it was simply committed in self-defense. While true, the Judge found it quite strange when the girl explained that her "other" side did it.
Evelyn Paige was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder, and the Judge decided to send the girl to a certain academy.
Bloodium Academy to be exact.
Only a small fee of a couple of hundred dollars are charged every year to keep said student, and your child only has to stay for as long as you'd like, although the cut-off age for students is twenty-one.
The academy acts as a safe haven for mentally ill children and teenagers, where they are kept under close watch and kept away from the public as a safety precaution.
Simply put, her fate was a prison full of nutcases... she might as well be sent to the fucking loony bin, but the Judge was sure attending Bloodium would help her.
The car darkened as they entered a thick forest, and she sighed uncertainly...
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