Don't Fall in Love

Accident

(Joker POV)

To the right of me, a man screams in agony as the voices in his head consume him.

To the left, another man has his ankles chained to the ground, his eyes fixed to the wall ahead of him, moaning as he moves back and forth.

I scan my eyes around the room. White walls, white furniture, white floor and ceiling. All white. It reminds me of a hospital. Even a school.

A lunatic asylum is much like those places. Where people are trapped!
Day in. Day out.

Or until I get bored or have to take care of business.

My grin is wide on my face. I have a secret. I know something that none of these people know. I know something the guards don't know, and while they continue to watch us like hungry vultures watching their prey, I have my scheme.

Ready.

In truth I am much wiser than these fools, much smarter and agile. I could run this place with my wits alone, but where's the fun in that? To be as intelligent as I, you were deemed a fool. A lunatic. A crazy clown.

I didn't mind it one bit. I had even let it become an advantage. It was under the guise of lunacy that I was able to get away with it. No matter how high I stacked bodies, I was given the same verdict.

INSANE.

Off to the asylum I go.

I chuckle to myself as I lay down on my cot, flipping through a magazine.

Yes, the magazine was washed out, over a decade old, and had torn pages. And yes, I still laughed its contents even as I held it upside down. I didn't care. It all made sense to me. I was acting the part of a lunatic, why not go all out?

A guard walks past my cell and looks at me for a prolonged period of time. I turn my attention away from the magazine and grin at him. He just sneers and turns away, walking away. Oh they just love when I give them attention.

Seconds later, I hear the sound of the initiating alarms. Three blares and I can tell whats going on.

A new inmate.

Fresh meat.

I sigh.

I don't care. Another day, another murderer or sex offender who found a loophole. Maybe a criminal who actually did have some screws loose, maybe even brain damage. Then again, which one of us didn't?

From the corner of my eye I watch as the guards walk past my cell. The figure between them is wearing all white. Long blonde hair sways behind her but I can't really see her. This time I turn my full attention to the scene, but they're gone.

I could only recall from memory that she wasn't as tall as the guards and that she had her blonde hair moving smoothly behind her. After a few seconds, I roll my eyes and lay back on my cot.

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(Scarlett POV)

"Name."

"Scarlett."

"..full name."

"...I...I don't know my last name...or my middle name, if any."

"Inmate 297, Scarlett N/A. 3 injections, 2 blood-draws. 3 meals per diem, unless otherwise stated by physician and psychiatrist." The nurse clicked the device and I was instructed to stand up.

I watched her cold eyes on me as I was pulled to the next room, resembling a hospital room.

"Sit on the bed." I was instructed by the guard tugging on my handcuffs. I found the bed and sat on the white paper laid out over it. It was rough and hard but I didn't mind. I knew I deserved to be here.

After a couple minutes of looking around, I saw a man in a white coat walking in. He was bald with glasses, and he had a look of concern on his face.

"Alright, now who do we have here?" He asked with a warm smile.

"Another crazy bitch, hehehe." The guard snickered as the doctor looked sternly towards him.

"You know, I don't need you around for this part of the exam. If you could kindly step out..." the doctor asked as he pulled up a chair and sat before me.

"I don't think so, she's extremely unstable." The guard interjected. The doctor looked up at him confused.

"I assure you I can-"

"She's worse than the Jokester," the guard growled.

"The J-..." The doctor stopped. Patient confidentiality, I guess. He sighed and turned towards me once again, eyeing my face speculatively.

"Now my dear, it says here your name is Scarlett...N/A..do you not remember your last name?" The doctor asked me, taking out a pen.

"No..I haven't known my last name for a while." I answer.

"How long?" He asks.

"I don't remember..I don't recall my past." I answer.

"How distant?" He asks.

"I can't remember anything beyond two years ago...that's when my accident took place." I answer.

"What accident, if you don't mind my asking?" He asks as he puts down the pen and paper with my information on it, listening intently.

"I don't remember much of it but I was told that on the 22nd of June, my life changed forever. It was an explosion. I was an innocent bystander who took the grunt of it." I answered.

He looked over to my face.

"Hmm.. there's no indication of damage, from what I observe," the doctor said.

"Well, the damage wasn't done to my face for the most part." I scooted forward, trying to get up on my feet. "If you don't mind, I can show you where it affected me most."

The doctor nodded as the guard put his hand on his taser, ready to strike my unpredictable form at any time. But i knew now I wasn't in danger of the wrath of his taser.

The doctor helped me to my feet where I disrobed, completely naked in front of him and the guard.

Both men flinched as their eyes scanned over my scarred abdomen and thighs, arms and breasts. I felt horribly disfigured.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor asked.

"Only my heart..It's a painful reminder of the monster I've become." I mutter as I put the robe back on, sighing and sitting back on the bed. The doctor turns to the guard, who now has a look of compassion on his face but his mission is clear, he won't falter.

Neither will the doctor.

I didn't show them to gain their pity, I just needed them to understand.