Insane

Outside - prt.1/2

Outside the Asylum, everything seemed so.... Pathetic? Or something like that. Of course, it changed from the same old scene, but it was not as exciting as it used to be.

Will you please fasten your seatbelt? snapped at me the officer, once more.

No. Now quit it, or you'll drive yourself crazy by the end of the day, I warned him.

Will you please, then, at least, sit properly?

I looked at him, very seriously, my feet still on his dashboard.

No. I haven't had a car ride since I'm in. So watch me have fun.

He sighed deeply as he left the parking of the Asylum. Lucky for him, he probably would get so pissed of me he'd figure a way to go without me - what did he even need me for anyways?

Disappearances, he had said. Many, with no apparent logic. And the few witnesses they could produce all turned mad. Like gone mad, not one of us.

Excuse me?

Oops, must have spoken aloud. Again.

Uh? Nothing, was debating either it would be a good idea or not to jump off the car right now.

How could you? You're cuffed to the handle.

Yes, that's what I told the voices.

He gave me a weird look.

Joking, joking. That's not what they were really saying. I rolled my eyes, then grumbled. You act like I was crazy enough to forget I'm cuffed to your god-damn roof.

He said nothing, but what he thought was clear enough for him not to speak it aloud. Poor him, to underestimate me so much. He might as well end up with a bad surprise.

The trip to the police station was terribly long and boring. At some point, my mind just lost itself by the window. I looked the buildings as they passed, and when we stopped to the commissary, I had not noticed we had arrived until the officer opened my door. I gave a cloudy look to the officer as he closed in very close to me to uncuff me. He seemed very uncomfortable and pulled out fast, knocking his head on the roof of the car.

Aw f-

I couldn't help but smile.

What is it? he snapped at me.

You're cute, I said as I got out of the car.

He grumbled something I could not hear and had me walk forward as a prisoner. I had to admit I felt no different, as if we were going to my execution, or better, like they were gonna try to torture information out of me. Unfortunately, if that were the case, they would have done it at the Asylum - more subtle and more equipment.

The police office was the same old dull thing than it used to be. Which  was as reassuring as not at all. It did feel kind of odd, all dressed in the white uniform of the Asylum, my hair undone and all. I felt uncomfortably exposed. Maybe that was the point. But that they were not going to know. I would put up a show so bright they would see nothing coming.

Queen! My dear Queen! Now if that's not a pleasure!

To the mention of my name, I got out the staring and deep thinking and found the origins of the voice - the sherif! I smiled and frolicked to him. To my "brusk" move, all the guns went out aiming at me. The sherif calmed them as he took me in a no-touching embrace. We exchanged the family-like kisses.