Chapter 2: Pity

…and I'm back! Here's Chapter 2 of Dollhouse, and thank you guys for the reviews. When I see an email saying I received one I feel sooooo happy ~ ! Enjoy the chapter! ^3^

Aaaaaand we're back to first person POV.

STAN'S POV

As I lay on my bed, I listened to Kyle's soft breathing as he slept. To be completely honest, I feel sorry for him. He looked even more miserable than me when he arrived here.

This place is a mental institution for "troubled" kids such as myself. We all call it the Dollhouse, because to the owner of this godforsaken building, it's nothing but a game.

To him we're nothing but little toys that belong to him. Once we fall into his clutches, we can't escape. Not even if our family wants us to; not that they'd come back for us anyways.

My family consisted of me, my parents, and my big sister. We also had a dog called Sparky, he was my very best friend. But…

We were just going for a little walk in the woods. No big deal, there was some nice scenery and lots of fresh air. And then these big wolves jumped out at us from the bushes.

He fought them bravely. He did everything he could to protect me, while I couldn't do anything about it. I was only seven at the time. I hadn't the slightest idea about how to fight.

And then…

…he was killed right before my eyes. They tore into his poor body with tooth and claw, spilling blood and fur all over the ground. I ran and ran, and that was the last I ever saw of him.

I sunk deeper and deeper into depression. It didn't help when my girlfriend, Wendy, dumped me for somebody else. I started drinking and cutting myself.

When my parents found out, they began to worry a lot. They sent me to this hellhole where all I was supposed to do was rot away from society. And now Kyle's a victim too.

Kyle…

I turned to face the sleeping redhead. He looked so peaceful, yet fragile. I felt a great urge to protect him and support him, because he's the only escape that I have from my depression.

Sleep covered me like a dark wave, overlapping all my senses and pulling me deeper into a mysterious world as I closed my eyes.

…

RRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG!

I yelped and sat up, startled by the morning bell. Goddamnit, I swear I would never get used to that! Kyle was already up and dressed, his little doll hanging limply from his hand.

It resembled a little three-year-old boy with dark, beady eyes and black hair. I wondered what he saw in that thing. Was it really that important to him? I dunno, it'd be best not to judge.

I led him to the Mess Hall, since he didn't know his way around. The food was alright here, but not necessarily the best I've ever tasted. I still remember the taste of venison, and this isn't as good.

"Stan? Do you think I'm crazy?" Kyle asked as we sat at a table with our lunches. I looked up at him in surprise. "Of course not!" I replied, though I don't know if I was telling the truth or not.

He sighed and pushed his tray away to rest his head on the table. "You don't have to lie, you know. I can already tell you pity me." He murmured.

At that statement, I began to feel guilty. The others around here were just as problematic, so why only him? Why do I feel so protective of him when we only just met?

The rest of breakfast was spent eating in silence. This is the first time I felt something other than misery. Was it hope? Hope that I found a new best friend?

…and that concludes this chapter! Sorry if it was kinda short, but I sorta wanted to end it there. I never really planned out anything for this story, I just sorta typed up what I felt like typing so I don't exactly have a specific plot. Just saying that so you don't go all like "WHAAAAAAT?!" when I add any pairings. I'm thinking maybe Style, K2, or a pairing that I haven't done yet? I dunno, what do you guys think?

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FujoshiGirl789