Hey guys! I'm just testing out the first couple chapters, and if people like them I'll keep going! (This one is really short, but the others aren't) enjoy!
The bed I awoke on was not the bed I was used to. On this bed, my feet didn't hang over the edge. I had a pillow under my head. It was soft. And most of all, I wasn't chained down. This, above all things, let me know I was not in my usual bed. But I couldn't look around, it was too dark. The darkness surrounded me. Something I was familiar with. Darkness. Darkness and cries for help. Screams for help. But the cries and screams were gone, too, along with my shackles. One would think I would have been happy to have them gone, but I had grown used to them. Though the place where I had spent the past 8 years was horrifying, it was my home. I had been there since I was 12, and I didn't remember much before that. Mother. Father. Siblings. All unknown to me. I could see into the future. I wasn't lying, I saw things. Everyday. I couldn't control it back then, it just happened. I don't remember how I ended up in the asylum. The 'nut hut' as people called it. I just had. And they didn't like me there. I was a freak, because I never admitted that I might be crazy. Everyone else was beaten to a point of at least lying about being crazy. I would never. I wouldn't let them convince me that I was crazy. And they all hated me for it. It was why they chained me to the bed. I dared to sit up. Something I would have never tried at home. But no one rushed in and re-checked my restraints. Nothing happened. So I got bolder. I stood up. It was then that the lights came on. Not too bright, but lights none the less. I gasped and laid back down on the bed, my hands searching for the metal cuffs. They weren't there.
"Well, hello there." a screeching voice came from the corner, and a man emerged. A tall man in a purple suit, with clown paint on, perpetually smiling. He held a knife in his hands, "do the arrangements suite you, miss?" he grinned at me, revealing yellow teeth.
I stammered, and finally a "yes" emerged.
"I had so hoped you would like your room. After all, you may be here for quite a while." he giggled like a girl, as if he had just heard a joke.
"May I ask, where am I?"
He jumped in the air, cackling, and landed, crouching next to my bed, "Yes! Yes you may!" he laughed, then stood back up, "doesn't mean I'll tell you." he laughed louder and louder, then opened a door, turned, grinned and waved at me, then slammed the door shut behind him. I curled up into a ball, something I had not been able to do for seven years. Seven. For my first year at the nut hut, I had obeyed. I just wanted to go home. To see my mommy, whom I now had no recollection of. But then, I did. I even had a picture. Of my family. But they took it away. They took it away when I started being bad. When the visions did not stop.
A bat. A large bat. Lifting me into his arms, telling me I would be alright. I shook my head to make the vision go away, but it was still crisp in my mind. It gave me hope, a bat-man was going to save me. All I could do now was lie back and wait.