"This feels too much like a fever dream to be real"
MARLEY ROXANNE was wrongfully convicted of a crime. A crime that a twisted alter, the worse part of herself, committed in self defense, an act Marley never participated in. She was used to taking t...
Chapter One: "Don't you think it's fucked up to imprison someone who couldn't tell right from wrong at the time of their crime?"
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MARLEY LOVED DRAWING. She loved pushing all her thoughts and emotions into an unexplainable scribble over a wall, watching the psychiatrists and doctors struggle to explain her designs. Plus, it helped her pass the time.
In the Asylum, Marley had a set schedule she had to follow to the millisecond. If she wasn't there at the exact time, she'd suffer consequences. Consequences that aren't necessarily government approved, like electroshock therapy or the doctors purposely starving her to teach her a lesson. Widow liked testing the limits to their brutality. Marley didn't.
Humming silently to herself, Marley continued draw over the cold wall. Each brick had been traced out with a black marker, each one also having a different design scribbled over it. Some had small waves, others had swirls and even more had hearts and clouds drawn over them. There were even some with long paragraphs written over them, detailed messages between the two alters within the body. They didn't know how badly that damaged their goal of being deemed 'sane'.
She stood on top of the single bed that was coated in white sheets with leather ropes hanging from either side of the frame. Devices used when Marley was meant to be sleeping, so she couldn't hurt anyone in the morning. Her gown swayed with each movement, no matter how tiny they were. Marley would awkwardly pull at the collar every few moments, feeling the material irritate her skin.
Surrounding her was next to nothing. A rectangular window was positioned close to the roof, letting enough sunlight in to brighten the room but also too high for Marley to see out of. She loved listening to birds chirping and the rustling of leaves but hated that she couldn't actually see it. Her whole time was spent in the restriction on that room, and had been for the past two years. She missed the simple things, like a cool breeze or gazing up at the clouds. She use to love going stargazing, but now she couldn't even see the night sky. She missed the touch of grass and sunlight gently brushing over her body. Two years ago, she would've thought of those things as insignificant.
She'd kill to go star gazing, just once.
Marley felt her heart leap at the familiar sound of the thick metal door being unlocked. She was kept behind a vault-like doorway that took almost a full minute to unlock. It was a decision the higher ups made after seeing the Widow kill three guards and injure two more. No one believed Marley when she said it wasn't her.
Her tired gaze moved to watch the metal door slid open, scrapping the slick floors loudly. With a huff, she jumped down to sit on her bed, the mattress squeaking as she bounced on top of it. Dropping her marker, Marley lifted her wrists, holding them together as a guard marched across with a pair of handcuffs.
