Time has Karma (Clockwork x reader)

Chapter 2: Boketto

Boketto

(v.) To gaze vacantly into the distance without thinking.

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My daily routine consists of...

•Sitting in the same spot for about an hour (although I don't keep track of time)
•Standing and staring at the wall for another hour
•Walking around aimlessly
•Sometimes if I'm in the mood I'll scream or laugh, maybe even talk to myself

Today I woke up and was in a good mood, so I started my routine a little early. Sometimes though, it felt like I wasn't in control of my actions. When this happens I like to call myself Impulsive [Name]. Very original isn't it? You might think I'm crazy, which I admit, I am, but I still have a conscience that I can control. Sometimes it hits me that I'm in an insane asylum, when that happens I cry, but I eventually forget about it only to have a never-ending cycle.

"Patient 47-02, that's her right there."

What a rude bitch, she interrupted my thinking. Just then two security guards marched in grabbing me forcefully by the arms. The last time this happened was when I tried knocking one of the guards out with the dish my used for putting my food on (which is now one of the reasons why I'm in a straitjacket and that one of the nurses feeds me.)
They shoved me onto a table and strapped my arms and legs down, they even strapped down my neck. Then a doctor came in.
"[Name] [Last Name]" He sat down in a chair next to me, looking at what I assumed to be the file they kept of me. "You have quite the record here," he said while flipping through the pages of my file. " let's see... Past history of self harm, several assault charges by both patients and staff," He paused "7...charges of 1st degree murder..."
"Hahahaha" it was cute, the way he paused saying the last part.
He cleared his throat "But that is not why you're here," it then clicked, I thought they were done with it, marking it a birth defect, yet they always come crawling back greedy for more information. One thing I forgot to mention was my eyes. Instead of having normal "human" eyes, I have bright yellow eyes, and instead of round pupils I have spirals, like something you would see a clown have or one of those drawings of people going crazy/ are on drugs. Why couldn't I have something cool, like horns or wings, hell why couldn't I be a hot babe with cat ears and a tail. But no, I'm stuck with weird ass eyes and razor sharp teeth (hence, why I was able to chew through my cheek so easily).
"Now [Name], we are going to try something new today."

I woke up in my padded cell. My vision blurry. My overgrown hair falling into my face making it harder for my eyes to adjust. I had tried to ask for my hair to be cut but last time they did I stole the scissors from the nurse which led to my "5 murder" bitch was probably just faking it so she didn't have to come to work for a few days, probably.

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Hi! Ik these chapters are a little short but it's almost 2am and I'm tired