what happened to your soul? » multipsycho

Chapter 1

We were walking down the hallway, Dandy was showing me the place and telling me about it. We got to the living room, it wasn't big, but it wasn't small. It was normal, I would say.

We walked to a corner and sat in one of the couches.— Some people say after this we go back to life, other say we go to heaven, other say we go to hell, but no one really knows.—he was whispering, as if he spoke a little bit louder everyone would freak out. I still didn't understand what was going on, it wasn't possible, all that crap about "there's something after we die" it was just that. Crap. Right?— Anyway, doesn't matter. This is how things work out; we wake up everyday at eight o'clock, at least I think so, nobody really knows what time it is, because, as you may have noticed, there aren't any clocks here. After that, we have breakfast, then we have therapy sessions, if there's someone here that you knew while you were alive you'll probably do therapy with them sometimes. When therapy is over, there's lunch, then we've got free time until six, again, that's just a guess, then there's dinner and after that everyone has to be in their dormitories.

— And what happens if I'm not in my dormitory?

— Well, technically, it doesn't have to be your dormitory, you can spend the night in other people's dormitory, if you know what I mean...But, of course, you'll have to let it know to the guards.

He stood up as he talked, and I decided to follow him, after all, he was the closest thing I had to a friend.

To be honest, that place looked more like a prison, rather than a hospital, or asylum, or whatever you want to call it. Of course that I did not tell him that at the time, I thought he might get angry, I barely knew the guy, and if I wanted to survive this, I wouldn't want any enemies.

While we walked, I noticed there weren't any windows, which was a little odd, if "a little" was a synonym of "extremely". I didn't think about it that much, and tried to concentrate on the conversation.

—  Also, be careful with who you talk with, some people here are not like us.

—  What do you mean?

—  Well...sometimes when people wake up, they don't change, like you did, and they kind of...stay the way they were while they were alive...

—  Like...psychos?

He nodded. That didn't make sense. If we were here to find out why did we lose our minds, and for that we needed to "get back to normal", why did that people didn't "get back to normal"?

—  If you don't mind, may I ask what happened to you? I mean...what did you do to end up here?

I regretted the second I finished that  question. He seemed sad, you could see the shame on his eyes. He took a deep breath.—  When I died it was the year 1952. There was this "Freak Show"....It wasn't famous, but it was there. One day me and my mom went to see the "freaks". I still don't understand why people thought that was entertaining, it was, to say the least, quite cruel. Of course, when I was alive, I didn't think so, I kind of felt like them. Like a "freak". Though, they were called freaks because of the way they looked, but I felt like a "freak", I didn't look like one, so when I asked if I could join, they said no. But that doesn't matter, I killed a lot of people. Twenty, I think. Not that I'm proud. I hate what I did. I don't know how many years have been since I died, I don't know what happened to the "freaks" I didn't kill, I don't know if they died, if they moved on, but I don't care, I just hope they're happy.

We stayed in silence for a few minutes, I think he was afraid I would judge him. It did took me some time to get used to the idea that the only "friend" I had was a mass murderer.

—  I don't remember the year I died, but I do know it was twenty years or more after 1952. (*)

He smiled, I wasn't gonna judge him for being a mass murderer, I was one too. At the end of the day, we were all the same.

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(*) I wrote this because Gotham is set in a timeless world, so nobody really knows what was the year of his death. Though, Bruce is 12, and when Batman comes back to Gotham to fight crime, he's 25, so technically, Gotham is set on the year 2001, but I decided to just write that. Also, thank you Letsaaaa for helping me with the year-thing.