Just Another Kind Of Crazy
Author's note: I know! I have other stories that I should be working on, I'm SORRY! But I was re-watching the Batman Trilogy and then I watched a gameplay of Arkham asylum and this was on my USB and... You know what, how about you guys check this out, tell me what you think and get back to me? yeah? yeah. Enjoy my lovelies!
Prologue
The long sterile white walls went on for what seemed like miles, joining seamlessly with the white ceiling and floor. In actual fact, it was only about twenty metres. This is my first trip down here, down to the catacombs. They say that no one ever returns from this corridor alive. I'm not alone though. There's "medical staff" with me. They walk in front, beside and behind me, as we all walk past the doors. I know that I'm about to enter one of those doors, but I really don't want to. Those doors reveal padded cells. I can feel the hope and blood drain from my face. I'm scared. Of what is here, of what could happen, of what has happened. I know why I'm here; I feel the instability that they talk of. I feel it flowing through my body, consuming my mind. It's not my fault though, he did this to me, it's all his fault. He should suffer for what he did to me, as well as the others but I know that nothing will happen. His job is one of high power. They won't do anything, I'm just a kid, and what do I know? I'm confused, they say, I didn't know what was happening. My mind was trying to protect itself and tricked me. That's what they say, but they're wrong. He did this, I know that and if I ever get out of here, he will pay. He will pay for what he did to me and he will pay for what he did to the others. But they say that I'm going to be here for the rest of my life. I'm a possible danger to others. Why would I care about their lives? What are they to me? I only care about my own life, at least I used to. What I have now isn't a life.
Life.
It's such a complicated thing but what is it?
Is it the time period between your birth and your death? But then there are those who are alive and yet don't live.
What is it to those people? What if it's not life itself but what you do with it?
What do you think? Do you agree with me? Or do you think I'm a waste of space as well?
Life.
It's so complicated yet it's so simple.
I know what starts it, and I know that many things can stop it.
I know that for some, it is taken from them. It was taken from me.
But some take it away themselves and for others, it just stops.
Do you understand? Do you care to hear what I am saying or are you right now laughing at my misfortune?
Life.
Why?
Why do we do this?
Why do we live and yet not live?
Why do we suffer while others don't?
I don't understand and yet I do.
My name is Raven, if you like, you may call me Rav. Others do so I guess I'm okay with it but I can't remember.
Welcome to my life, or rather what is left of it.
I hope you enjoy your stay, because I'm certain that I know I won't.