Murder for you

New home

I woke up with a stiff back again. You'd think they would have a little bed in the corner or something. I looked around and saw Jim. He looked so happy to be here. I thought back to my strange encounter with ed last night. One minute he was the sweetest person who you just wanted to hug, then he looked like the guy you see in an alleyway. I looked around for him. He was in the forensic room. He looked normal, he saw me, smiled and waved. I then heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked straight and my biggest fan was coming. "Kennedy on your feet." Jim demanded. I stood up and looked at him again. He started to unlock the door. "It's time to go to your new home." I knew exactly where he meant. Arkham. I sighed, here we go.
I was in a police car, and I was told to stay silent. I never got that like why can't I talk? I kept thinking about what Arkham is like. I've seen it in the news and we had to do a project in school about it. I was wondering about what the inmates would be like, would anyone try to attack me or rape me. As I thought about the possibilities that could happen I started to worry. Ok Kennedy get yourself together. My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a gate opening. I looked up, there it was my home. It was old and rusted, it had lots of Windows, vines started to go up the building at the bottom. I wondered about who all have been in here. I was scared, nervous, all little excited, but most of all curious. Jim opened my door and told me to get out, as I got out of the car I was out in handcuffs. Okay people I'm not going to kill you with my hands chill. They took me down a walkway that needed to be cut and could use some weeding. We got to a big door, Jim opened it and we both stepped inside. I looked around, it reminded me of the outside. Old, rusted, and lots of Windows. The only difference is there was a lot of people here, outside it was people less. In here they're were at least 50 people all in stripes some with really weird hair some playing games some reading books or magazines. I felt eyes boring on my head from beside of me. I looked to me side and saw a boy with red hair with brown eyes in a striped uniform looking at me with an eerily grin on his face. I felt kind of frightened. Oh my, if that makes me scared I'm in for one hell of a surprise.