Insanity. It's the very thing that brings you in. But what does it take to get out?
Having only been here for a week, I am starting to feel like one of them. I haven't had contact with a sane person in what feels like months. But, with a reputation like mine, there is a limited number of people willing to communicate with me.
There is this one nurse, however. I caught her staring at me the other day, but she was quick to look away, as if my stare would turn her to stone. I've grown accustomed to it, though. No one wants to look into the eyes of murderer; it's like looking death straight in the eye.
Dr. Robbins clears his throat, and that's all it takes to set me free of my thoughts.
"I asked you a question." He says, rather impatiently. I look at him, edging him to go on.
"What are you fears, Mr. Blair?" His tone of voice changes, as the question comes out. He speaks with a condescending tone, silently telling me that he is the superior, here.
"Losing my freedom." And as I say it, I realize that all of my worst fears have come true. Freedom isn't something that crosses my mind often. For me, the fear started with mundane things, such as punishment and commitment. Those, however, are only temporary. This, this is permanent.
Dr. Robbins scribbles down something in his notebook, and I can't tell whether it's a good or bad thing. He opens his mouth to add something else, but a timer cuts him off.
I abruptly get up from my chair, and Dr. Robbins gives me an uneasy smile.
Outside his office, there is already a guard waiting for me, to take me to my next destination. I follow him through the halls, still not exactly sure where he is taking me, but keep following him regardless.
We take a left, and I can see the cafeteria at the end of the hall. I don't know whether I'm happy or unhappy. I can either spend two hours, sitting at a table by myself, or sit in my cell and stare at the walls.
I see the nurse from the other day sitting at a table in the corner, all alone. Impulsively, I walk up to the table, taking the seat across from her. She doesn't do much to acknowledge me, but I don't take it personally.
She picks at her nails, a nervous habit I presume. After all, she is sitting just feet away from Seattle's most feared criminal.
"Your name's Blake, isn't it?"
BLAKE'S POV
"How do you know my name?" I ask him skeptically.
He chuckles and points to my chest. I look down at my name tag and feel like an idiot.
"Oh." It's all I can say.
Talking to him, is like having a conversation with a person you admire. All of the sudden, you can't seem to form a coherent thought, and every word that leaves your mouth is two syllables or less. The only difference? I'm talking to a serial killer, instead.
"Talk to me."
This conversation isn't leading anywhere, not that I even want it to. I just don't understand why he's reaching out to me, a nurse. What can he possibly want from me?
I look back at him, to see he's still looking at me. So, I ask the first question that comes to mind.
"Why did you kill those women?"
"Ask me something useful." He complains.
My brow furrows in confusion. How could he not expect me to ask him that? It's the only question anyone is thinking.
"Seriously. Tell me something. Anything. I'm going crazy here."
"Technically, you already are." I correct him.
"I'm what?" He snaps at me.
I pause, unsure if I should answer him. I don't want to upset him any further than I already have, but something tells me to do, anyways.
"Crazy."
He laughs. I sit back further in my seat, as if decreasing the distance between us will keep me safe. He runs his fingers through his hair and slumps down in his seat. I watch as he tosses a pack of cigarettes on the table. He pulls one out of the package and puts it between his teeth. I grimace as he lights it, disgusted by the smoke.
"That's just what they've told you. What do you really think?" He leans in towards me, adding emphasis.
What do I think?
A/N
I know the chapters are short, and I promise that as the story progresses, that the chapters will be much longer than just a page. Let me know what you think!
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Maniac (AHS Based Story)
Mystery / Thriller"There is some charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." -Anonymous *This WAS a Zayn Malik fan-fiction, but it is NOT anymore.*
