"Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away... forever" -The Joker
I can't help but to feel sorry for the tortured souls yearning for an escape in this world. It made me feel guilty to see those pained eyes shattered into nothingness.
But I believe there is something about madness that calms them. Something that make their lives a lot better than normal people do.
Somebody jolted me from my thoughts, "Ma'am, the patient is ready."
"Alright," I replied.
The nurse led me into the darkened hallways of the mental hospital. It was where the most ill persons are locked up. The nurse stopped in front of the farthest room of the hallway.
Someone was humming in a creepy, but soothing way. The humming made me remember my mother and her lullaby. But it was never been this creepy, but somehow it made my eyes heavy.
The nurse unlocked the door and slowly turned the knob to open the door.
The room was even colder than others that I've visited. The patient is a woman in her late thirties. As I walked closer, I saw she was brushing the hair of a ragged doll. She glared at the nurse when we came to view.
"Diana, this is Dr. Henderson and she is-"
"I don't care! Just leave me alone and my baby!" She screamed.
The nurse turned to face me and said, "Sorry about that. Her baby died when she was giving birth to it. Ever since then, she became depressed and restless. When she saw the doll she began caring for it like it was her baby. When we took the doll from her, she became more and more aggressive until we were forced to give the doll back."
I just nodded and went to sit down beside her bed. She stopped to face me. I smiled and she went back to cradle the doll.
"I'll be back to check on her later" The nurse said, closing the door.
"Hello Diana" I said. She smiles at me and went back on humming. "Diana?"
"You are not gonna take her away from me, right?"
"It will be a lot easier if-"
"No, it's not! It's not easier if you'll take her away from me!" She hugged the doll protectively.
"Alright, I am not going to take her away from you" I said to calm her down. "But you have to accept the truth that your daughter is gone."
She didn't scream or make a tantrum. She looked at her doll and suddenly cried. "I was starting to hope that I'll have somebody to care for, somebody to hug when I miss my husband, somebody kiss on the forehead in my happiest days in my life, somebody to love that will surely love you back. The chances were low but I have to try. Just then when everything was going fine and the day I've been waiting for have arrived she... she died."
She ended her story with a long sigh and started wipe the tears. She hugged her doll and said, "Good thing Marceline is here with me. She will never leave me alone like they did"
I just stared at her while she hugged her doll. Maybe madness has an advantage to people like Diana. It can erase any painful memory. I smiled as I knew that even though Diana went through a lot she was now happy with her doll and I don't want to be the killjoy. I stand up and waved Diana goodbye.
The door was partially closed when I heard her hum and said, "We will be together forever."
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A/N:
I know it's a too short, sorry!
