what happened to your soul? » multipsycho

I opened my eyes, it took me some time to adapt to the light coming from the window. I was in a room, but not mine, it looked like a hospital one.

I slowly got up from the bed. I didn't remember anything that happened before I woke up, only my mom screaming at me, and how angry I felt.

I opened the door and stepped out. People were walking down the hallway, just looking at the floor.

—Hey.

I turned around, there was a guy standing beside me. His hair was jet black and was really messy.

—What happened to your soul?

—Excuse me?—I didn't understand what he was trying to say, I was perfectly fine. He smiled.

—What's your name? I'm Dandy.

—Jerome. Where am I?

—You're dead, Jerome.

I chuckled, thinking it was a joke, but he didn't laugh.—Wait, are you serious?

He nodded, and suddenly all the memories came back at me; how I killed my mom, how my father helped me with the body and evidence, when I was interrogated by the police, my first day in Arkham, when Theo broke us out of there, when I killed all that people at the police station, when I was holding a knife on Bruce Wayne's throat, and when Theo got up and killed me.

I could feel the tears in my eyes, threatening to fall down my cheeks. Did I really killed all that people? I was that fucked up when I was alive?

—So this is it? I have to stay here until the rest of eternity?

—It doesn't work that way–he smiled—We're here to find out when did we get so cold, when did our souls break, when did we lose control.

—And after that?

—Nobody knows.