Perfect Crimes and Perfect Couples

Chapter One

"So, Allyson." The doctor says, his glasses positioned at the end of his nose, his white jacket still crisp and pristine. A new one. I seemed to get a new one every day because I apparently turn each doctor insane with just one session. "How are you feeling today?"

"Pft." I laugh, always the same question every day. How am I feeling? I'm locked up in this shit hole with a straight jacket on, how'd you think I feel. But instead I just lay there quietly.

"Okay. What can you remember today. When you were brought in…"

"I know. I had a huge blow to the head from that dumb ass cop who abused me"

"Do you know why this happened?"

"The last I can remember was that I was helping people in a bank. And you know, a gun happened to slip into my hand some how and there was blood. Quite a lot of it… but ya know, maybe they just liked the colour red" I giggled.

"Is that really how you remember it Allyson?"

"Oh for shit sake…" I say, squinting to look at his name badge. "Pete. Ain't you ever heard of a joke before. I remember how it went" a piece of hair falling in front of my face as I talk. I try and blow it away since my hands were trapped but it doesn't work. "D'ya mind?" I ask, looking at my hair and then looking at him. He stares at me for a second before realising my request.

"Sure" he says in a shaky voice, clearly quite nervous. He leans forward to me and gently grabs the piece of hair, tucking it behind my ear. His face stays there for a second so I lean up and kiss his cheek, which stuns him. When he finally sits back in his seat, his eyes are wide, still in shock. Now's the time to wreak this boy.

"What? Ain't a girl ever kissed your cheek before?"

"Um, no. Anyway…"

"Seriously? A cutie like you. Never been kissed on the cheek. Poor sweetie. You look like you'd be a popular guy."

"No. I never was really…"

20 minutes later.

"So alone. So alone. No one loved me… no one liked me." he kept repeating over and over again while he cradled himself in the chair. I felt a bit bad for the poor guy, but it had to be done. He looked to happy for me, he had to feel some pain, but he clearly couldn't take it.

"DOC!" I shout cheerfully. Soon the head doctor, an older woman with wrinkles and short hair came in. I had heard everyone called her Suzy, but I was never given that option, so I always called her Doc, unless it was a serious conversation, which hardly ever happened. "We got another one that couldn't take the heat"

"Oh for Christ sake Allyson. I don't understand why we don't just chuck you in a room and leave you there. You clearly cant be trusted with human contact."

"Is that why you so afraid to talk to me Doc? We only getta talk why you take away these pathetic doctors." I laugh, looking up at the ceiling an waiting for the guards to come in and take me away to my cell.

"Do you know what, Allyson." Doc says as she sits in the seat which Pete had been hauled out of minutes earlier. I never knew what happened to them after I "turned them insane". "We might have found a doctor who might actually be able to find things out about you. I don't think you'll be able to turn this one insane."

"Oh really Doc. What makes you think that?"

"You'll see. You'll meet him tomorrow" and then the guards come in, practically lifting me from my chair and dragging me out of the rooms. I laugh to myself as they do this, so dangerous that I cant even be trusted to walk myself. They tell me to shut up a couple of times but I don't listen, I laugh even harder, throwing my head to the ground, making my hair fall in front of my face, it had become limp and greasy since I wasn't trusted in the showers when there were other people there, which meant that it was rare I ever got the chance to use it.

As we walk by, the others that are in their cells start to cheer and shout at me. Some appreciating me, saying I looked good, a couple of wolf whistles, some saying they'd heard of my work. Others heckle rude remarks, saying I was the most evil person on the planet for everything I had done, which I didn't deny for one second. All I did, was turn to them and smile, still laughing since all of these sounded like such amazing compliments to me.

"Do I getta take this thing off yet?" I ask the guards, referring to my straight jacket. The largest one just grunts as he undoes the buckles on the back. I smile as I collapse my arms by my side, finally feeling free. "Ta sweetie" I say as I wink at them, before walking slowly to the back of my cell where I collapse on my cold hard bed. I wasn't trusted with your regular cells, the one with the bars so you can see outside. Turns out some guards are quite gullible and are easy to get the keys from since I could slip my hand through the bar and grab the key while he was more occupied that my lips were on his. Instead I was thrown in this claustrophobic space which was just 4 walls and a metal door, the only access to the world was a little window at the top, which also had bars across, so it was hard to see through. But when I do look out, all I'm faced with is another wall, so there's not really much point looking out unless I'm bored and feel like playing a game of "see if I can pull a guard" surprisingly I've won every time I've played…

The next day is spent alone again until one of the guards opens my door, saying I can now use the shower.

Relief rushes through me as I stand under the water, finally starting to feel clean again. Man it felt good. It was when I was washing my hair what I realised that the female guard was watching me, (I wasn't even trusted to be alone in the shower room, typical!)

"What you looking at?" I ask, giving her an evil eye as I look her up and down. "Don't ya think its creepy, watching an innocent girl shower?"

"Your hardly innocent" I says quietly before looking away. I decide she's not worth the effort and don't reply to her.

When I'm dried off and dressed back in my clothes, I quickly tie my wet hair up in a high ponytail before I'm dragged away again by another guard.

"Where we goin'?" I asked as he tugs my arm, pulling me along behind him. "You're a bit rough ain't ya? Hope your girlfriend don't mind that" I joke. He turns around and gives me a strange look before looking ahead again.

"Your going to your therapy"

"Therapy? Without my straight jacket? That's new" he doesn't reply again so I'm shoved into the same room I was in yesterday without a word. I clap my hands, feeling the freedom of having them instead of them being wrapped around me. I laugh as I collapse back on the small sofa where I'm supposed to lay, putting my hands behind my head. Man I missed using my hands.

"You must be Allyson Dawson" says a voice over my laughter. I turn to see a young man, around my age, walk into the room.

"What gave it away?" I joke, looking back at the ceiling. "And call me Ally. I tried to make the others call me that but they wont"

"I'm Doctor Moon. Ally."

"So Doc. Please explain something to me" I say, turning my head towards him. Man he was young, youngest doctor I've seen here. Cute too. Shaggy sandy blond hair and cheekbones to die for. "How come no straight jacket?"

"I thought it would be better to talk if you were more comfortable."

"True, but are you sure you can trust me? The "most evil person in the asylum"" I said, quoting what I had heard. "And your trusting me to have my hands free. You must be stupid" I laugh, louder than I had laughed in a while.

"Nope. Not stupid. I'm just not scare of you" and that's when I realised something, I could use this boy in so many ways.