I had been at Arkham for almost six months now and had resided to being mute for the last four of them. During the first two months I had been through a handful of the shrinks on staff. Not because I was violent, towards them at least, but because I just genuinely did not want to talk to them. They were all typical, right out of school, must follow protocol. None of them actually ever listened, and I mean just listened. So I stopped talking. Not that I had said much anyway in the first place. All the shrinks cared about was why I supposedly went crazy. Well I guess I am maybe a little crazy. I honestly cannot tell you anything that happened before I was admitted to Arkham. Every once in awhile I remember snippets from my childhood or teen years but everything else is a blank. No one believes me when I say I do not remember they just automatically think I am crazy.
I occupy cell number 613 on the maximum security block. After I had a few episodes I guess you could call them I was deemed a threat to myself and others around me. At the time I was technically still a suspect in what I do not know so I was placed along with the other prisoners. Most days are uneventful; get up, eat, stare blankly, therapy, eat, stare blankly some more, more therapy, eat, go to bed. Right now two different shrinks are trying to crack me. That is why I have a double dose of therapy every day, unlike everyone else that only goes through the torture once. Boy do I feel special.
My cell is fairly small with a sliver of a window high up on the outside wall. Opposite that is a wall of extremely thick glass. At night a metal door is lowered for some semblance of privacy. After studying each and every wall very closely over the past five months I can tell you where every crack, chip, or scratch is. The cells on either side of me hold two guys. To my left from what I have heard is a serial rapist with a major Oedipus complex. On my right a schizophrenic serial killer who feels the need to burst out screaming bloody murder on average of five times a day. Across from me though the cell is empty and has been ever since I was transferred into mine.
