Hatta Is Dead For He Lost His Head

It's Only A Dream

Fri, 11 Nov 2011 06:20:00 -0500

tick tick tick.

The world was hazy and a blur, Hatta squinted his eyes trying to focus but to no avail, he sat up slowly feeling like everything that passed by him was three times slower, he looked down at his body, his arms were extend, they were longer than they ever were and they felt so heavy, he go off his bed and stood on the ground his feet sunk into the floor as if the floor was made of sponge.

tick tick tick.

Where was the ticking coming from? he got on his knees and grabbed the box from under his bed throwing it’s lid open to find his father’s old pocket watch ticking loudly, he took the watch and held it in his hands as he stood up again and left his room.

tick tick tick.

The ticking was getting louder as he walked down the elongated hallway all the doors were open when he passed by them, the other patients were standing in the frame “tick, tok, tick, tok” they said to him with dark looks. “You’re late” said Alice as he passed by her door “it’s ticking, it’s ticking” said Haigha holding out a pocket watch of his own. Hatta’s heart started to thump loudly as he ran as fast as he could down the hall until he reached the end, he opened the brown door to reveal a smaller red door, he grabbed at the handle and threw it open in a panic only to reveal a green one.

tick tick tick

The ticking was in his brain banging against his skull, he pulled open the green door and there stood Jane “You’re late darling” she said, he went out to touch her but fell through a hole in the ground and was consumed by darkness and worst of all silence.

Hatta’s Song - The Lost Boy

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 18:17:24 -0500

Hatta’s Song - The Lost Boy

What Lurks Through Your Mind

Thu, 10 Nov 2011 18:17:14 -0500

“Don’t be scared of the the voices in your head, or their tormenting company, because it’s when they’re quiet that your fear should blossom. For the only thing that is worse than insanity, is what silences it.”

It’s been two days since Hatta had stopped taking his medication. the withdrawal of the first day had caused him immense pain and hallucinations, it terrified him but soothed him at the same time, at least he wasn’t lonely when the voices were around. Hatta didn’t want to deal with people, they were all so dramatic, so many rules and morals that he didn’t really care for, he tried to listen to them and play along but something in him broke when he first came here, the smiles and laughter he gave was nothing and meant nothing to him, pretending didn’t make him feel better…

he craved to be isolated and spend his moments alone in the dark, he enjoyed his own company, he didn’t need people, at least he didn’t think so. Hatta would spend most of his day in his room or sneak into the abandoned room with the piano and old record player that had collected dust over the years from being forgotten. That was the only place he could think. Because once he played those keys, something in him would be awoken and he thought maybe, just maybe it was the real him, not the madman, but the boy from his forgotten past, the boy that was lost between the voices.

"Don’t be scared of the the voices in your head, or their tormenting company, because it’s when..."

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 19:34:00 -0500

““Don’t be scared of the the voices in your head, or their tormenting company, because it’s when they’re quiet that your fear should blossom. For the only thing that is worse than insanity, is what silences it.”

- David Warne

“I need to get my memory back from where it was...

Tue, 08 Nov 2011 17:30:16 -0500

“I need to get my memory back from where it was lurking”

When memories come back, some you keep and some you trash in the can. You’ve been dealt the cards, just rearrange the deal.

The Many Faces of A Schizophrenic Hatter

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 18:49:00 -0500

The Many Faces of A Schizophrenic Hatter

Hatta’s Song - Forgotten Memories

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:06:19 -0500

Hatta’s Song - Forgotten Memories

Forgotten Memories

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 16:06:00 -0500

Hatta had finally decided to leave his chambers, he felt as if he was in a trance, he had stopped taking the pills the nurse would give him simply by throwing them up quickly right after. Hatta had missed his only worthy company. He walked around the hallways, passing by many doors…He didn’t need anyone…a Tea Party for One could be Odd, but being odd wasn’t different for Hatta.

He sighed out as he leaned back against a wall, but a cracked door had attracted his attention, Hatta walked slowly towards the door, his hands touched the cold wood frame as he looked unsure if he should walk in. He thought if it was off limits then the door would have been locked, so he walked in slowly and looked around it was an office, an empty office but that wasn’t what had his attention, it was the grand piano that sat in a corner near a grand caged up window, he didn’t care where he was, he couldn’t even think strait for he was far too entranced with the instrument before him.

Hatta walked slowly towards the piano as his fingers touched the keys ever so lightly, a small soft smile made it’s way to his lips, he tested out a few keys and he had felt so calm. Sitting down slowly both of his hands touched the keys, never pressing them too hard to make a sound…Deja vu he thought to himself, he closed his dark eyes trying to concentrate on what had made him feel so familiar with something unknown to him, but the harder he thought he could of sworn he heard music sooth his ears, he opened his eyes and saw that it was he himself that was playing…

When Hatta was on his way back to his room that night, his eyes...

Mon, 07 Nov 2011 10:44:47 -0500

When Hatta was on his way back to his room that night, his eyes landed on a piece of paper on the floor, it was a letter from Jane, she was saying how she was going to leave him alone from now on…He felt as if he just chocked on something, he walked to the foot of his bed and took a seat, the paper in his hand was shaking, he didn’t even notice that he was trembling, a lone tear fell from his eye as he bit his lip trying to calm down.

He chuckled despite his current state, his chuckle started to turn into a loud hysterical laugh as he fell back onto the uncomfortable cot, he simply stared at the ceiling with tears falling from his eyes and a loud sad laugh left his tight chest. He stopped laughing as he glared at the ceiling, he then shot up as he started to tear up the paper in his hands, ripping it to shreds, oh how he wished that it was him, just to tear himself up and stop existing.

He couldn’t handle it anymore, it was far too much for him to take. Hatta was officially off the rails. He began laughing like a mad man, he bet the whole floor had heard him as he started jumping on his bed banging on the low ceiling laughing like a maniac “come out! come out!” he started screaming with tears streaming down his cheeks, he ~~wanted~~ needed the voices at least their company only messed with his head never his chest, never his emotions.

I’ve been considering things that start with the letter...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:33:12 -0500

I’ve been considering things that start with the letter “M”…Madness, Mutiny, Moron, Murder, Malice…

Hatta had spent his day in his chambers, he didn’t feel like seeing anyone anymore, they seemed so together, they all knew what they wanted, and how they were going to play their cards, where as he…he simply felt lost between them, he never had a problem being loud and attracting attention from them all, but once it came down to it, that was only an act, there was so much more to him that he couldn’t show the others.

O’Hara was the only one that got him, he was the only one that kept his emotions at bay, and the forgotten girl from his past, she was the only one that could fix his head, she made him feel that it was okay to be mad that only the great people were mad.

Hatta only wanted to stay here because of O’Hara never himself, he hated it here no matter how much he pretended that he enjoyed every moment of it, it was suffocating him, he was either tossed about and pulled around out there with everyone’s ideas and beliefs of what was right and wrong, or he was torn to shreds by the voices and hallucinations when he was alone…

Hatta stood by his caged window and you could hardly hear him as he whispered two lines

Little Alice fell down the hole, bumped her head and bruised her soul

Behind The Madness

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 10:51:09 -0500

Behind The Madness

Hatta felt as if his chest was about to combust, he needed...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 09:41:00 -0500

Hatta felt as if his chest was about to combust, he needed O’Hara so badly, O’Hara was the only person Hatta could talk to, but seeing as he was probably on locked down he had to deal with it all by himself.

Hatta was sitting on the hard floor of his caged up chambers, He thought about, Jane, the Queen, Wendy and Dr. Hades. He didn’t know what to do anymore, he could only have two friends it had always been this way, only two, O’Hara and Alice no one else…But then Alice went away and Jane took her place…

He hadn’t seen O’Hara in so long that he began to lose himself, he couldn’t talk to anyone but O’Hara, but Dr. Hades seemed that he would listen, it was doing Hatta good he needed to talk to someone…he could only have two

Wendy and The Queen seemed to have been rivaling each other but their rivals were pulling him one way and then the other he didn’t feel like the Queen was manipulating him, he felt as if everything would be so much better if he were simply torn in half.

Hatta had spent most of his day in his chamber, not that the...

Sun, 06 Nov 2011 04:15:00 -0500

Hatta had spent most of his day in his chamber, not that the other patients and doctors minded he bet. He was far too confused that day due to the many things that had happened. He kissed Jane that had to be the highlight of his day, there was a different emotion that he felt, he was sure it wasn’t that happy feeling, because Jane said that she “loved” him.

As Hatta thought about how Jane had loved him, he began to think about O’Hara, hadn’t he loved O’Hara? Was it the same love that Jane had felt for him? He couldn’t help but frown he had been so preoccupied with Jane, that he hadn’t been spending time with O’Hara anymore, but even when he did have time he couldn’t seem to find him…maybe they had him on lock down again, Hatta thought to himself.

He did enjoy the kiss with Jane and he still felt the ache to do so much more…and that brought him to Ariel, she told him rape wasn’t like sex, that rape harmed the other person, he didn’t want to harm Jane…did he? The Hatta had never experience sex the action people do when they feel passionate about each other. But then again he did feel passionate when he raped his sister, as did she, just different types of passion but the fire was still there.

The only comforting thought was that if he was going to get any more confused he could always have the queen have his head for her collection, what a fine head that would be…

Hatta was confined in his room because of his...

Sat, 05 Nov 2011 09:03:20 -0400

Hatta was confined in his room because of his little escapade with Nala, Oh how he missed the feeling of such great passion! He was sitting on his cot rocking back and forth as he bit his bottom lip tasting the blood where Nala bit him, he couldn’t help but grin like a mad man! he ~~wanted~~ needed to hear her scream so bad!. He was glad that the orderlies caught him cause that was only going to make the next round far more exciting and fun.

Hatter furrowred his eyebrows as one person in the back of his mind was bothering him, Tarzan, the new boy. He couldn’t remember why that name sounded so familiar. That thought was soon distracted as he went back to thinking about Nala. He couldn’t contain his happiness as he started to jump on his bed.

I’m siiiiiiinging in the rain! Just siiiinging in the rain!!!

What a glooorious feeling!! I’m haaaappy again!!!

He belted out the song at the top of his lungs trying to irk the orderlies that stood on the other side of his caged chamber. oh, his day had just begun.

As Hatta sat on his cot for the night, he couldn’t help...

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 18:07:12 -0400

As Hatta sat on his cot for the night, he couldn’t help but grin widely at the thought of Jane, she made him succeed in something that he wanted in so long, whenever someone says “I’m so happy” he would understand that feeling for once, cause as far as he knew, Jane made him feel the happy feeling that he ached to feel throughout his life.

But she also caused him to think about his past the one he had forgotten, he couldn’t remember when he forgot it. Maybe it was never there to be remembered or forgotten he thought to himself frowning a bit. The boy would best be described as a ball of confusion, he never interacted with people because he never stuck around a person long enough to be able to understand complicated feelings. The person he knew longest was O’Hara and that was about it.

But the Hatta was always able to survive this world even without any human instincts and feelings, he knew to survive this world you had to be mad as hatter, and luckily he was.

Losing Control

Fri, 04 Nov 2011 09:16:20 -0400

Hatta didn’t know what to do, the voices in his head were getting worse it seemed sometimes that they controled him instead of the other way around. he tried to keep track of all that he did and it only seemed to be getting worse.

he tried killing a girl just because he felt exceedingly excited
his hallucinations were getting worse and instead of simply seeing things he felt things crawling on his body and biting and tearing his skin
he started to have strange mood swings as if the voices were controlling him without him even noticing that they were doing so

Esme said something interesting, maybe there was two of him in his body he wasn’t sure anymore…

Hatter went into his chambers, he felt so confused, there was an...

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 21:28:06 -0400

Hatter went into his chambers, he felt so confused, there was an emotion far more confusing to him than love, that emotion was happiness? he’d always hear people saying “I’m so happy” but he could never relate to that, he tried figuring out what emotion that was but he could never place it. His councilors at school blamed it on being moved from one foster home to the next.

All emotions passed him in a disorganized and confusing way he could never place what emotion was what “why do they have so many names?” he muttered annoyed as he fell back against the hard mattress. at least he could relate love to O’Hara, but happiness? if he were to be asked what made him happy, he’d probably lose all control of his madness…madness is what expressed him, all emotions fell under madness to him, that made it easier for him to understand what emotions were, but being asked about love & happiness that just made him feel completely lost…

He sighed out closing his eyes trying to block his thoughts hoping for one sleep-full night

Hatter couldn’t help but feel himself getting attached to...

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 16:11:00 -0400

Hatter couldn’t help but feel himself getting attached to Jane, but come to think of it she never really did answer him if there was something going on between herself and O’Hara, cause if there was anything he would back off immediately, although as much as he’d refuse to believe it, it would be hard to pull himself away from the curious petite girl.

Jane has yet to see Hatta’s dark side and he couldn’t help but let that bother him, it was as if the voices were scratching the inside of his skull begging to be heard and let out, they wanted him to do so much wrong to her…he wanted to hurt her…he wanted to hurt everyone, and at the same time he didn’t want to hurt her at all. was it the love she was talking about? was it the same love he felt for O’Hara?

Hatta was defiantly beyond confused when it came to such topics, for he had never been with a girl at least not in that passionate way, he just raped his step-sister to get back at them. the subject of love was one thing no matter how mad of a hatter he was, he would never understand.

Hatta sat on his cot as he thought of the event that just took...

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 10:32:00 -0400

Hatta sat on his cot as he thought of the event that just took place, the voices in his head have gotten worse since he got here, the doctors never helped and for once he was frightened of what he was capable of, he knew he was mad and he was proud of it, but he was frightened of not being able to control that madness.

He found out what the girl’s name was Esmeralda or Esme as she like to call herself. Things didn’t go as planned he almost killed the little doll. He sighed out frustrated as he threw a glass from his nightstand causing it to shatter on the ground.

He started to shake his head from side to side uncontrollably, he held his head and walked over to the mirror, his eyes suddenly turning pitch black, he closed his eyes shut quickly, he opened them a moment after and everything was back to normal, he went back to sit on his bed and saw that there was no broken glass on the ground anymore…his hallucinations are obviously getting worse and he didn’t know what to do.

He thought it would be best to simply stay in his room, that’s where he belonged, alone with his thoughts, that’s where they wanted him to be.

Mind Over Madness?

Thu, 03 Nov 2011 09:10:00 -0400

Hatta met a girl, he never asked for her name, she never asked for his. She wanted him to come find her but she didn’t know what she was in for, not the slightest bit, but then again, who invites strange men to go and find them?… ~~go on Hatter go have some fun~~ the voice whispered through his head ~~what’s the worst that could happen, she asked for it~~ the voice laughed, Hatta couldn’t help but consider visiting the nameless beauty as a wicked smile crossed his face, he grabbed his hat, got on his feet and went to search for the little promiscuous girl.