Insane

Duty Calls - prt.1/2

I used to be the most reputed psychologist - like ever. It was simple, really; I used their own thoughts against them, had them defend my way of thinking until my patients became one of us. One of them. The sane ones. They would also often consult me in police cases, in psychology - theories of what could have happened, who how and why as well. I was like the one to see. But I started noticing. Inverse psychology is a strong thing, and what happened I could have never foreseen - no one could have.

I could not be more happy of what I had became, thought. Probably that the old me wouldn't have had, but I guess I learned to let go. Because I really just did not care anymore. At all. Plus, I was like the Queen of the place - at least, that's what the others started calling me. At first, it was only a whisper, but soon enough, it became viral and official.

They had put me in the high security section, not because they feared I would evade - I knew this place by heart, if I had wanted to leave, I would have already. I was, I guess, somehow, one of the most dangerous person of this place. I was not aggressive or anything really, but words could hurt your soul while a fight could only bruise your body. And that's what they feared the most: my words. I was to never speak to them, ever. If there was something, I was to bypass by someone or write it down. Because I could get in anyone's head - but everyone was not made to be crazy. And if you were not crazy, like us, you went insane. Like real insane. And those cannot be lived with - that was an area even I did not wish to visit. Or rather - especially me. I had put most of the people there, because I was mad. It was indeed rather distracting to play with one, but the result was somewhat sometimes frightening, in the style of Frankenstein would find his monster really cute.

Queen!

I lifted my head to see through the bars of my cell who had apprehended me. It was probably one of the guards. A new one, as I did not recognize the voice. And I was right; he was quite young, but really cute. He was blond with tanned skin and ocean blue eyes. He was like an angel. I would be really curious to know either he was born to be one of us or not, but talking to him was not worth the consequence; I was to never speak to the staff, or severe consequences would apply, and guests that wanted a word had to sign a discharge before I was to speak to them.

Queen, you have a guest, come on, said the guard, as he opened my cell door and invited me out.

I brought my nail polish with me - I could such ways to a retouch where there had to be. The final proof he was a new guy was that he actually applied the bandanna method; it consisted in tying something around my head to hide my eyes so I would not see where I went. The guys in the cells around me had learnt sign language with time, an easier way to understand me as I was to speak as less as possible in the presence of guards.

He puts the bandanna, but forgets the cuffs, I signed with my hands.

I knew immediately that they had seen me for some of them started laughing, hilarious. They must have passed the word on silently because soon it seemed our whole wing was laughing. For anyone that did not live here, the sound would freak them out. But for me, it was just another giggling, which was nice and reassuring. Reassuring to know that no matter how they tried, we were still there; they could not get to us. We were a family, we were strong and there for one another. And whomever wanted to go against my will of peace - fragile it was, be it was - suffered. No matter who it was, you didn't go against the Queen.

I was going forward, my right hand on the wall, counting my steps and following the walls, the other hand behind my head. I continued with assurance, out of the range of the guards' gun.

Evening, Queen, saluted me an old guard as I heard the door ring, meaning it was unlocked.

I gave a wide smile as an answer, waving my hand with only too much insurance, and jumped over the thing that forced us to pass it one on one. I never had known the name for that thing. All I knew about it was that I didn't like it and had took habit of jumping over, even with the bandana. Even the guard laughed when he saw the irony; easily, at any moment, I could have just took off the bandanna or moved it to know where we were going as his new fellow coworker hadn't tied my hands.

I pushed on the door and entered the room at the same time I took my bandanna off. It was a simple interrogation room for the weak security quarter; they knew I would not jump to my visitor's throat - it would be so counter-productive! I sat on my side of the long table, putting my foot on the table and exhibiting the few nail polishes I had brought with me.

The man in front of me was quite beautiful himself - but he was not old either. He had maybe twenty-five, brown hair and eyes with peach skin. He was a simple boy, really, but he had certain charm. What took of his charm was that he was a police officer, a new one clearly, thought.

Hello, he said, opening his files, Miss Jessica Elizabeth Quinn, he added after an instant.

I raised an eyebrow. It seemed like that would have been my name. Maybe. Maybe i had been, for what I knew. That was one of the things the Asylum did; changed your identity. It very few mattered to me who I had been as I was more than satisfied with the one I was now.

Miss Queen they call you here, hun? he added.

I nodded positively, and then started my nails. This would be a hell of a long conversation, I could feel it.