insanity is like an asylum (a kit walker fanfiction)

Insulation.

I opened my eyes because I heard that everyone was screaming and crying.

I frowned and got up from the bed. I looked through the bars that my cell's door had.

A blinding light pierced my room, if it  could be called like that.

It was the light of a lantern.

My cell opened and some guards forced me out.

People there kept  mourning.

I still wonder if Kit was crying.

Although I dont really think so.

We were all directed to the living room where the unbereable music was already playing .

It had been my first night there.

It was horrible. Every second worse than the last.

Other than that I could not sleep because everyone was shouting and saying nonsense things, my thoughts were killing me.

Everyone thought I was a killer when it was not.

I sat in the same chair as the day before.

I had been there only 24 hours and I felt I had arrived there months ago.

I was so tired that I felt that my dark circles weighed.

I was looking at the door and I saw Kit gettiting in the living room.

Thank God that at least he was there.

Kit sat beside me.

"Hello, Alessandra" he greeted me. I looked at him and smiled.

Of course, my smile faded when I saw that his face was so emaciated and surely so was mine.

I got a little angry when I heard him saying my full name, but said by him sounded really lovely.

"Uh, hello " I waved back. He smiled sadly and then frowned.

"Can I ask you a question?" he questioned, while directing his gaze to my eyes.

I nodded. I knew exactly what he was going to ask.

"Why are you here?" he finally said, lowering his voice a little.

I caught air, kept a little inside of me, and then let it go.

"I don't even know for sure " I smiled with a mixture of anger and sadness.

I took out a cigarette and turned it on.

I looked away and closed my eyes as I aspired for the first time.

"They say I killed five children " I had to stop for a moment because I was not sure if I could continue. "They say I dismembered them. But I'm sure I would never be able to do something like that. I love children. I wanted to be a teacher " I said, while my voice began to tremble, like my legs.

I put the cigarette in his mouth, and he  half opened his mouth to position it between his lips.

He also narrowed his eyes when the smoke reached his body. He kept looking at me throughout the process.

After a few moments, a color man approached us.

Kit frowned and stood up.

"So you skinned them, huh, motherfucker?" he asked Kit.

A flash of confusion invaded my body and I got up too.

Kit approached him some more.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he answered and then looked at me to see my expression.