Introduction
When you delve into a person's mind, you will find the strangest things; perhaps they've been dreaming of unicorns since the age of six, and still believe in them. Perhaps they think they're famous, and are shocked when you try to tell them they're not. A person can create walls within their minds and it's hard to tear them down. It's vulnerability that stops them from letting you take them down.
What if I asked you to let me take down the walls in your mind? Would you let me? Or would you like to keep things secret? It wouldn't matter anyway. I could probably get in without your help. Because humans let their secrets go every once in a while without meaning too. A flick of the wrist, or a twitch. It can tell me a million things about you.
I can know if you 'accidentally' pushed your annoying neighbour down ten flights of stairs. I'll know if you killed a man, or if you regret it. It's all in your expression. Imagine it, after all that time a person spends building up the walls to protect their minds, I can just waltz in and ruin it without even touching anything. So it's kind of a waste of time really. It's sad sometimes, the things I see.
A person who hurt someone without meaning to. Or someone who got hurt themselves, and just block it out 'cause they don't like the pain that comes with dealing with it. They believe it's better not to remember. It builds up, and I promise you that one day the pressure will drive them insane. Or maybe they were born with the demons that haunt them today. Mental diseases can't stop a person from living their lives, there's people there to help.
But there are other people who exist without these problems, who don't have the same sort of demons, and who refuse help. And they are the type of people that the media call 'monsters'. But that's just to make money. They have never spoken to these people, yet they can write pages and pages about them. Books, documentaries…
Inside everyone, there is a thing that makes them tick. And I usually need a key to unlock it and tell me what I need to know. I have been interrogated myself, and it has gotten them no where. My old doctor came up with a 'cure' to make me tell the secrets they're dying to know. The police force, the media, the other inmates want to know.
My doctor spent months and months working on my case, but his final prognosis came as something of a shock. He believes that the only way to make me crack is to send me to an all-male prison. No, they will not leave me to shower with them and they won't let me pretend to be a man in order to fit in, because my old doctor believes that will mess the whole thing up.
No, I will have different times to bathe, and I'll be in my own cell. With a new doctor, because frankly my old doctor has grey hairs from dealing with me now. He gave up, but he'd never admit it to me. He says that he's 'trying something different'. It's like a test, to see if I'll finally open up and tell them what I did and why.
Perhaps it'll work. I'm just not sure I want any of these new male prisoners trying to get into my mind like the last female prison. Though Fox Rivers doesn't sound so bad, really. I hope.