AUTHOR: Um, due to "technical difficulties" I suppose, I'm gonna repost. :winces: Please don't hate me! :pouts: And please review, if u truly liked my fic u won't drop it so quickly. So stay with me, I'll add new stuff to the chaps too, or I'll try to at least.

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Disclaimer: K, this is fer all the chapters so I don't hafta repeat myself. I own nothing!!

Summary: Someone has a deep obsession with Trunks and is complicating his life with problems.

Notes: If u don't read this part it'll be yur fault that it doesn't make sense! K, this chap is the "evil" person is talking to u, so listen up to his story! It'll change throughout the fic, I'll warn u when it does but I hope it'll still make sense.

Author's Notes: I wanna thank my friends Camaro and Bunni Girl for helping me with my fic! :cuddles: Thank you so much! :pokes readers: U should go read their stuff, :winks: it's a lot more descriptive than mine. On to the fic!

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Do you believe in love? It is a simple question yet it holds so much more. I know that love can sometimes be a fickle emotion, dragging down the happiness of others so that it may have its chance to shine, but do you still think it as beautiful?

Love has been the downfall of many, once it has you in it's clutches you are at its mercy. This must sound odd coming from me so I will explain further.

The first thing you must know is that I'm not crazy. I have no reason to be here save for my supposed acts of "impurity".

My intentions were never meant to hold such stature, I assure you. I was purely thinking of my happiness and if that is reason to be shunned and labeled as wrong then I suppose I am guilty in that consent.

Impure thoughts. Murder. Adultery. Pedophilias. Necrophilia. Many a time have I been accused of such acts, things that are not suited for one so pure as I.

But is it true, as they say, that love holds no boundaries? If it is so then why should I be punished for what I truly feel? Love. This is the emotion that haunts me night and day. Never do I have a moment of peace, always forced to run from this shadow that hovers over my heart.

Why do I run? Why would anyone run from such a wondrous feeling? It is the same reason as to why I am confined to this asylum. The answer is simple and obvious.

I have seen what love does to people, in fact I am one of many that obliviously fell into the dangerous and coy trap of love. I have seen and felt the price it holds. Don't misunderstand me, I am willing to pay that price and more, yet I withhold myself from doing so.

Why torture yourself you ask. I do this because I know the one I love does not return such feelings of adoration. And then the familiar question of why I should kill myself over one who I hold no meaning to, the curiousness as to why I don't wait for someone who could love me back.

If only it were that simple. You do not choose who you fall in love with, it is as simple as a roll of dice, a whisper of chance, a moment of luck, the decision of fate. Choose your favorite, it matters not, what does matter is the overwhelming feeling of it.

The overpowering emotion that runs wild through your veins, to the core of your being. It rages through your body until you lose control and it takes over. And then the fun and games stop there kids.

The price becomes too high, and you find that you would do anything for this person you so affectionately love. And believe me they know it and will take advantage of it, twisting you until there is nothing left to offer, until you are a whimpering nothing.

Ah, but do not think that I have dealt with this madness, no, I was never given the chance. Because remember as I said before, my love was stolen from me. I am in here, in this cursed hell hole while they are out there. They can love each other all they like and go through the pain that accompanies that feeling.

I would say that I could care less what happens now but that would be a lie. Because no matter what I do this feeling, this accursed emotion of depending on another person is slowly eating away at my mind.

Maybe that is why I am here, maybe that is why I must be confined to this empty room, waiting to have pills shoved down my throat. Oh yes, please save me. Ha, they can do to me what they like and I will never break, they think they can get to me with this treatment but I won't be pulled into their madness.

I am strong, as I will be for the remainder of my visit here. I will not consider this place "home" as they so sweetly put it. That is because I do not plan on spending my life shut in a suffocating room, constantly reminded of what I can't have.

Ah, but you don't know why I am here do you? I have hinted to the reasons but if you would like to delve deeper into my past I will oblige you. After all, who wouldn't want to read about sweet romance?

Yes, sweet love. Might as well slash that little dream, sorry to disappoint you but you won't find that in my life. So get rid of any delusions of a fairytale ending, because all you will find here is a dark obsession.