Well Oswald is free to go. Which makes no sense, he killed way more people that I have. They let him go after torturing him for weeks. All we could hear was him screaming, and then he just walks out of the Asylum, and claimed to be sane.
Anyways, I have to start 'therapy' in a few minutes, and I am not looking forward to it.
Oh yeah and Gordon was sent to Black Gate for a few months until he was broken out. They finally found who framed him.
That one guy who set off a fake bomb at the Gotham Art Museum, and later that day set off a real bomb at the train station. Edward Nygma, or something like that, he's now here in Arkham as well.
A few guys unlocked my cell and brought me down to the basement.. okay that's not creepy at all.
They led me down a long, dark hallway, and into an office. There was a man Hugo, reading a book who didn't seem to notice me. I cleared my throat.
He looked up, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Miss Karnick, please take a seat" he said gesturing towards a chair.
I did.
He began asking me tons of questions and he did a psychiatric evaluation, and the ink blot thing. All of that seemed to last for hours.
Later on I was following Professor Strange down a long hallway and into a room.
Once inside, he closed the door. I looked around the dark room, but couldn't see much.
He turned on the lights, and in the middle of the room there was a chair thing with straps and a thing that goes on your head or something.
It didn't take me long to realize that I was going to be the next one to be tortured. So I ran towards the door and tried to get out but it was locked.
I turned to face him, but he was gone and there were two big guys walking towards me.
I tried to look for another way out, but one of the guys grabbed my arm. I freaked out and kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could.
Then the other guy went to grab me, but I ran around him and to the other side of the room. And looked at the mirror thing.
Just then I noticed someone staring at me. But it wasn't me. I couldn't even believe who it was.
I found myself staring into Jerome's blue eyes. I slowly walked towards him. I reached out for him, but with each step I took, he seemed to be getting farther away from me.
I started running to the other side of the room, I finally reached the mirror, but he kept moving farther away.
Then I snapped out of it, and came back to reality.
I laughed at Hugo, knowing he was behind the mirror.
One of the guys wrapped one of his arms around my neck, and the other around my waist, picking me up.
I was screaming and squirming, as he brought me closer to the chair. I bit his arm as hard as I could.
Blood poured down my chin and neck, as he screamed in pain, and jerked his arm away from my mouth, but still held his other one around my waist.
We reached the chair, and he turned me around and sat me in the chair. I tried to get up while he was strapping one of my legs in, but the other guy came and held my arms down.
They strapped me in and the guy I bit got close to me face, wiped the blood from my lips and smiled. I spit his blood right in his face.
He flinched and closed his eyes, while wiping the blood off his face. He stood up straight and slapped me.
He made a fist and pulled it back, winding up to punch me. I just smiled at him, wanting him to hurt me.
He was about to punch me, but the other guy caught his arm.
"Leave her, it's not worth it" he said.
He lowered his hand and turned around, "whatever, she's gonna get what's coming to her soon anyway" he said then laughed.
They both left the room. I was waiting there, squirming and pulling on the straps, trying to get free but it was no use.
Finally Hugo came back in and stood next to me, I looked down "well you sure did put up a fight, huh" He said
I didn't look at him, or say anything, which caused him to laugh a little.
He tilted his head slightly, "Ah, the silent treatment?" He asked.
Again I said nothing.
He didn't say anything either, as he lowered the head thing down, above my head.
I shook my head as he tried to put it on. He got sick of trying and grabbed neck, holding my head still so he could put it on.
I couldn't see anything at first. Then he turned the machine on, and I began to see and experience the worst parts of my life over and over again.
All those years my neighbor did those horrible things to me.. he hurt me, he abused me in every kind of way, and my parents never believed me.
That night I tried to kill myself, Hoping to get away from the voices inside my head. I screamed, refeeling all those feelings and pain over again.
That other time, when I was forced into foster care, with these crazy rich lunatics.
That night when that loser killed the only person in this world who loved and understood me. I screamed as loud as I could.
All my nightmares.. came true. I screamed until I couldn't breathe
But the worst of everything was the part when I was the one who killed Jerome. I tried to scream again but couldnt.
