Murder for you

Laughter

I was moved into a little room with a little gray bed that matched the wall color and basically everything in the room. I looked behind me, Jim was gone and my handcuffs were taken off. I looked to the bed again and there were folded up clothes on it. The door closed so I assumed that the guards left. I grabbed the folded up clothes and examined them. Black and white stripes, well not really white more like a really really off white. It had some stains in it and it was a dress. I put it on, it came down to my knees and covered my shoulder. I didn't feel very covered in it at all. The thoughts of someone attacking me came back to me again.
There was a loud knock on the door "you done in there Higgins?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes I am." The guard opened up the door to my little room. "Come on its social time." Yay I get to social with looney bins. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me down to where I saw everyone when I first came in. I thought about the red-headed guy I saw. I got a chill just thinking about that grin. I came to a gate-like door and was pushed inside. All eyes were on me. I looked around and saw an empty seat in the far corner of the room. I walked to it. Everyone was watching me. As I sat down I looked around and they were all still staring at me. "What!" I yelled. They all went back to what they were doing. I looked behind and saw a little stand with magazines on it. I grabbed one. It was about ladies fashion. Exciting. I read it anyway, there was nothing else to do. As I was in the middle of the magazine I heard footsteps walking toward me. Oh no. I heard someone whistling and sit down right across from me. "Hi gorgeous, I'm Jerome." I looked up to see the creepy grin guy in front of me. I looked at him and pursed me lips. I then rolled my eyes and kept on reading the magazine. "The least you could do is say hi back." I looked up. "Hi" I said with a hint of sarcasm. "There, wasn't so hard now was it. What you do to get in here?" I flipped the page."Killed my parents." He put a hand on his chest."Me too, well mom actually." I saw him about to talk again but, one of the guards announced that social time was over. Thank god. Before I could go anywhere, Jerome grabbed my arm. "My cell number in 254." Oh god. My cell number was 255. We were right across from each other. This should be interesting.