She came to the asylum with her hair so bright colored pink that it brought one to find her obnoxious. Her head was ducked beneath her shoulders and she was constrained in bands, similar to the joker but she wasn't making bad jokes and threatening the guards lives. She just hung there with her arms tied to her sides and her eyes to the floor. "pardon my inquiry..." She says in an ever so soft voice; "I would like to have my violin. This place has no music keeping it alive..." She said directed at the floor, but still coming for one of the guards. "If you want music, lady" One of the guards responded, looking at the top of her tiny head "You'll have to sing it yourself" I swear her hair turned a shade darker. "I can't sing..." She said, but her voice was soft. It had the qualities of a singer. "I haven't perfected that yet... What harm can a violin do?" She looked up with eyes filled with no evil intentions, just an honest craving for music. One of the guards sigh. "Alright, Benny, I will see what I can do." This man was obviously related to the girl, or cared about her somehow. She smiled up at him childishly.
They wheeled her by my cell and dropped her in her tiny white room with one wall made of glass. She sad there until they pressed the syringe into the girls arm and knocked her out. They placed her on the bed and rolled the lift out of the room, closing the auto-lock door. I was glad for a change in neighbor, seeing the penguin or the joker in the room beside me always made me uneasy at night. All their screams and their attempts to get out. The jokers bad jokes would be among the worst. "Hey, hey Riddler, my man, allow me to brighten your spirits with a little humor!" He would say with that cackle of his. He knew that it annoyed me to no end, but did it just to spite me...
Aside from these thoughts of the annoying neighbors I saw the guard who was either closely related or familiar with the girl next door- Benny, was it?- walk to the door and open the security lock and place the violin onto her bed next to her. She really looked harmless. Her figure was very small, and she was thin and had wide eyes and short, straight hair. I saw no harm in the girl. I went about my business and pulled a newspaper from my desk and began reading about the piety and failures of the human race in that bustling city. The crooks and the cons, the damned and the dames. All of them like small sheep entrapped in the tiny box of their own mentality...
The girl next door tapped twice on the wall of her cell, connecting to mine. "tap tap tap..." She waits... "Tap tap tap tap..." and at another corner of the wall "Tap tap tap tap tap..." I wonder to myself if she is looking for somebody to return the taps. The girl obviously doesn't understand the ways of the asylum... I hear her fall back on the wall and slide down. It's a general action of new-comers here, falling back on the wall and sliding into fetal position on the floor realizing they made it into the mad house. "...Do you like music, mister Riddle?" I walked over to the wall and said "Riddle me this; My voice is tender, my waist is slender and I'm often invited to play. Yet wherever I go I must take my bow or else I have nothing to say. What am I?" The girl on the other side of the wall giggled and said "a violin, obviously." She shifted against the wall and began to play her violin, it was nice to hear some music filling the halls for once.