Fee, Fi, Fo.
Zoey Owen, a 15-year-old girl, finds herself wrongfully thrown into the Arkham Asylum by Dr. Crane after killing her abusive father with a kitchen knife out of self-protection. Now she is being abused by Dr. Crane in more terrible ways than she could ever imagine. A/N: Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow and all other characters relating to Batman are created by Bob Cain. Zoey Owen and her family are created by me. (WARNING: this fic contains descriptions of physical, mental and sexual abuse on a minor. It also contains surreal and horrific images. If this is going to upset or offend you in any way, DO NOT READ! I will also like to say that I, the author, do not condone such acts upon any child under the age of 18, or any adult for that matter. This is FICTION.)
"Don't open your eyes! Keep them shut….keep them shut! Please….."
Zoey held herself in a fetal position on her cot-like bed, which was in the middle of the small, depressing cell that she was kept in. She knew he was there, standing in that dark, dreaded far-left corner of the room. Nobody believed her, though. Her father was dead, and everybody knows that ghosts don't exist! But….he was there. Watching her, wanting her, ready to tear and rip apart whatever sanity or innocence she had left. She couldn't resist just opening her eyes, if only for a second. The sight she saw made them snap tightly shut again, though. It was terrifying. He was pale, so deathly pale, with rotting flesh. The deep gash that Zoey knew she made with that damned kitchen knife was still bleeding, in a steady flow of crimson, right down from his heart. Maggots, they were everywhere on them. They made their way through his mouth and eye sockets. Oh, God. Please, no! She heard his lead-like footsteps.
"Be a good girl, Zoey!"
He spoke, for the first time. His voice was airy, and guttural. She could hear the liquids of his dead organs sloshing around his insides with every breath he drew. He was also grinning, sadistically. He resembled a vampire, a blood-sucking creature of the night.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Zoey shrieked these words as she shot up from her bed, stomping her right foot on the tiled floor below her. She opened her eyes daringly. He was gone.
Facial muscles pulled the corners of her chapped lips up into a smile. Zoey allowed herself a giggle. Then another one, then another. Her smile quickly changed into a grin and her giggles turned into shouts of laughter. She threw herself back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. How could she be so stupid? She was scared….of somebody dead! At least he was gone for now….at least.
Slowly, Zoey let her hazel eyes to close, surrendering to a deep, dreamless sleep that would keep her safe, until the morning…For tomorrow would be her second day as an Arkham patient, and all she could do was pray that she could survive.
((Phew! That was probably the creepiest thing I've wrote so far. I know, it was short, but I need feedback! Lots and lots of feedback! lol and don't worry kiddos, if you want more, it's being written!))