The Spiral into Madness: Scarlett's story

Chapter 1:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Turn, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. It takes her exactly 7 steps to get from one side of the tiny padded cell to the other. She looked over ar the mirror on the wall, and smirked. She knew that the 'mirror' wasn't really a mirror. She was crazy, not stupid. She knew there was someone on the other side, watching her through the glass. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. She changed the direction of her pacing, walking straight up to the glass, a tic taking over her body, causing her head to jerk to the side violently, creating a series of loud pops. Something thumped against the glass, and she chuckled, pressing her forehead against the cool surface. "Th-there there." She cooed, "you ha-have nothing to b-be afraid of." She said. Her voice was rough and gravely, as if she had been screaming earlier. She sighed as the small white speaker in the ceiling crackled to life, the voice of an older woman coming through. "Scarlett, please keep off the glass. Our policies here at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane states that if you do not comply, we have to give you a controlled shock from your collar. Do you want me to have to do that?" the feminin voice asked. Scarlett frowned and got off the glass, but stayed where she was, glaring at her reflection. She was a strange looking girl, with a messy short pixie cut, her bangs long and swept to the side. Her left eye was completely black, aside from a white iris, and her right eye was opposite, completely white aside from a black pupil. Her skin was ashy grey, and her ears were pointed. She had deep scars on her face, one starting at the bottom of her left eye and was about an inch long, and the other one going through her right eyebrow and cut through her eyelid, finishing under her eye at about an inch and a half. She was wrapped up in a grungy white straight jacket and black leggings, and a clunky white collar wrapped around her neck loosely as to not irritate the deep slash cut across her throat that never stopped bleeding, that was wrapped with a dirty bandage. A vision flashed in Scarlett's eyes for a second, causing her to gasp and flinch back from the glass for a second. It was a girl with green eyes and long black hair. She was tied down in a chair, nasty bruises and injuries scattered across her body. The vision ended as soon as it started, and she shook her head, searching the room until she saw the camera in the corner of the ceiling. She smiled at it, her lips curved away to expose her sharp canines. "D-did you f-forget doc? Th-that doesn't wo-work on me-e." Scarlett said as her body twitched voilently. "You m-m-must be new he-here if you di-didnt know that." She chuckled darkly. The woman on the other side of the glass was quiet for a moment, before speaking angrily. "Whether I'm new or not is none of your buisness Scarlett." She said, her voice raised an octave. Scarlett grinned.  The woman was afraid of her, and she lived for it. She sighed and turned, walking to the wall adjacent to the one-way mirror. She slid her back down the wall until she was in a sitting position. "H-hey doc, y-you wanna hear my st-story?" Scarlett asked and her shoulders jerked up a few times. There was no answer, and she took the silence as a yes. "You're cur-curious aren't you?" She teased. "I wanna he-hear you say it. Say 'Sc-Scarlett, I do want to hea-hear your st-story." She said in a voice, raising it higher to mock the woman. A sigh came from the speaker, and the woman answered hesitantly. "Scarlett..." she started quietly, "Scarlett I do want to hear your story. The way you see it, nothing the way it says it on your files. Don't make me regret this." The woman said, sincerity laced in her voice. This shook Scarlett up for a second, but then she pulled herself back together. "H-hold on tight do-doc. This'll be a bu-bumpy ride."