Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter One - Arkham

Today was like any other; a dark sight with a hint of insanity. I'd lost count how many times I'd opened my eyes to this room now. It was beginning to become routine for me. To give up on living, that is.

These four walls held me captive, but God knows they hold many more memories than I could ever start to believe.

It was dark, and dreary, and the walls always smelt of damp. But it wasn't all bad, I guess. 

The guards would grant us a day out of our cells every other day to allow us to believe we have any human rights. To allow us to believe we aren't monsters locked in a cage at night, maybe never to see the light again.

We couldn't get a view of the outdoors - not that it would make much of a difference with that large wall hiding all the interesting sights - but because of the bars on the windows, we wouldn't be able to get a good enough look anyway.

"Jem," My good friend, Bee, called as the guards shoved me into the cafeteria area. This place was like holiday for us. Though we didn't eat much here, we appreciated the space to walk around. Even if it was only a few steps. And we appreciated the short time we'd get to socialise, to feel a little more 'normal'. 

I gave Bee a warm hug, embracing her in my arms. The most positive physical contact I'd be getting all day. Bee gave me a sense of worth living, I suppose.

"Come." She smiled at me with her shimmering blue eyes, taking my hand and dragging me over to an empty table where we sat down together. I always wondered why she'd taken a liking to me. Whether it was because it felt like we were the only two sane people in this nightmare, or if she was taking me for a fool.

We didn't speak much. Well, I didn't speak much. Bee had already given up practically her life story to me. How she'd had a lovely childhood with her parents, though they were always too strict on her and how when she'd grown up and fallen in love, killing them was bound to happen. Her ex-fiancee, Jim, wasn't there for her when she really needed him. 

He was always caught up with his job, an enforcer of the law. 

So it really came as no surprise to me when Bee told me about her kidnapping, I mean, this is Gotham afterall. 

She'd said how the man had forced her to kill her parents, or at least that's how it started. But a new feeling was awoken the moment she'd stuck a knife into her fathers' chest. A feeling of being free.

Free from the stress, free from the 'normal's, free from being held back any longer.

Whenever she's told me about the killing rampages she's been on, she's always had a gleam in her eye. A glimmer of excitement. 

All the men she's seduced, just to take home with a knife to their neck. She got a rush from the sickening hobby. And fortunately for her, it was easy to persuade men with her long luscious locks, a golden honey colour, alongside with her curvy hips.

I couldn't help myself, she is stunning. We'd given it a go, one night, in the Asylum but there were no sparks. No butterflies. 

A friendship is all it is.

"Plans for tonight?" Bee questioned, looking down at me as she sat on the table, as if sunbathing.

I shrugged, "Same as every other night." I replied, watching her chest rise up and down as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back. I licked the corner of my lip, feeling some dribble escaping.

"We really need to get you laid." She giggled.