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"Why oh why can't you just fix me?When all I want's to feel numbBut the medications all done"

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"Why oh why can't you just fix me?
When all I want's to feel numb
But the medications all done"

-Theory of a Deadman, Rx(Medicate)


Weeks had passed since her first interaction with Jerome. Since then, she began to wait for something bad to happen- if not to her then to anyone one of the guards she somehow befriended. Once nothing happened, she withdrew into herself in the hopes of keeping everyone away.

Every day was the same here. The same routine day in and day out. It got lonely, though, with no one to talk to. Sometimes Violet started to regret that she prohibited herself from participating in any human interaction besides that of talking with the doctors and staff, but she quickly corrected herself. Instead, she tried to focus on her daily 'routine'.

First, Violet woke up to the loud incessant screaming that came from one of the cells next to hers. Next, she would lie on the cold cement floor, arms resting on her stomach as she looked at the dull cracked ceiling. After around an hour of that, an asylum guard would drag her off to the 'common area' where she would sit in the corner reading outdated magazines, eating the poor excuse of food they served the inmates for breakfast, or trying to will her old friend, Elouise, to show up- that never worked though.

As soon as some of the other inmates decided that they'd had enough time socializing and began to freak out, a guard would escort Violet back to her cell for a little while longer. That was usually when she'd either go to visit with the Asylum's psychologist or she'd go receive some form of 'therapy' that included either scalding baths or injections of some sort that put her into a daze for a while. Some days she received pills instead of the painful injections, but the effect of which ever it was remained the same. Her mind became cloudy and she barely had any control over her actions, having to have the help of two guards back to her cell.

However, if Violet was to ever piss off one of the guards, asylum staff, or doctors enough, she'd be quickly sent right to electroshock therapy. She'd seen multiple inmates who once were the loudest, most boisterous people silenced by the large scabbing red welts on either side of their head. Their eyes more lifeless than before, their hands shaking as if one wrong move would cause a seizure.

Sometimes Violet wished she could fall over dead, but, more than anything she wanted Arkham to prove her sane so she could get out of this prison. She wanted to be able to call herself a survivor.

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A woman with scraggly grey hair bounced up and down in her seat, talking excitedly with her imaginary friend next to her. A man with frizzy brown hair, who sat a few seats down from her was beginning to lose his cool with the woman's continuous childish squeals. With a roll of his eyes, he got up and stalked over to the woman, his hands balling into fists.

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