Striker, a name she hated. A name she loathed. All the people in her hated it too. All the voices, all the different people. They hated this place. With every one of their beings. The side of the GOtham Hospital that held those who were...'insane'.
She sat there, in the corner of the slightly darkened room on a soft cautioned bed, rocking. A form of comfort, a state of sanity. Or at least, the only sanity they knew of.
"We have to find a way out of here," she said, looking down twiddling her fingers as she rocked with her head down.
Suddenly, her head twitched, "and how are you going to do that? You're a fucking lunatic!"
Again, it jerked," I don't know, just do something. Something bold. To get their attention. They'll notice me, they'll know I'm normal," she said, getting angry and throwing the pillow roughly across the room.
"Look at you. Dear you need to get a shower or something. Put on a lovely dress to show off how wonderful you look," she smiled.
"Shut up! Don't make her feel good about herself. She's worthless, she's nothing," she said, knocking over the lamp, the only source of light in the room besides a nearby window.
"Now look what you did! Poor girls going to cut her foot!"
"Shut up! She'll live!" she screamed, stomping on the broken pieces of the lamp.
She screeched loudly to the pain, holding her foot and whining painfully ranting, "ow" over and over again. Until the nurse walked in.
"Oh dear. What happened now?" the nurse asked, popping her bubble gum.
The girl didn't like this nurse. She was old and worn out with her brown hair and baggy face. Dark rings hung around her eyes as is she hasn't slept in years.
"Sh-She stomped my foot on the lamp. I-I'm bleeding," The girl stammered.
The nurse sighed and walked out of the room, later returning with a first aid kit.
The nurse sat her on the bed and held her foot. Her hand slipped and the girls head twitched.
"Watch what your fucking doing you stupid bitch! It hurts!" she yelled angrily at the nurse, who in return only ignored her and removed the broken plastic and glass from her foot with tweezers.
Her head twitched again and she sat there a moment, watching the nurse.
"I'm sorry, she's not very nice. She's always yelling at me…"the girl said, chocking back a sob.
The nurse simply nodded, then finished by wrapping up her foot, replacing the lamp and leaving.
The girl sat there, yet again in the corner of the room on her bed.
"You have to stop doing that, its not helping me get out of here," she said, her head twitching.
"Now, now. Shush Dearie. We'll get out of here son enough. We just have to block her out," she winked, and twitched.
Her head sunk so low she was staring at the sheets of the bed. A single tear streamed down her face as she looked up and out the window.
It was dusk; a golden and red color covered the sky, which was coated with smoke and clouds.
'I gotta get out of here.' She thought, leaning on the wall.
'Aw, ignore them. I think you'll get out,' a male voice inside of her head stated.
'Just get some rest,' he said, and forcefully ushered her mind into a tense sleep.
She slept long, because of the darkness in her room. Although, today she was awaken by an alarm in the building.
"What is that?!" she screamed, jerking her head to the side.
"I don't fucking know! There are a lot of voices outside your door! Listen to those dumbasses," she screamed, twitching.
"Don't be so harsh," she said and her whole body twitched.
Stammering to the door from her hurt foot, she basically fell onto it with her hands by her head and her ear to the wall. Man if this place only gave them shoes.
Most of the voices were muffled because too many people were talking. Though once voice unparticular was heard, the nurses'. Not exactly sure as to what all being said, she heard something about an evacuation and a bomb.
Beating rapidly on the door, the girl began to screech.
"Get me out of here!"
"Get me the fuck out of here!"
Some nurses began talking rather loud and she put her ear to the wall to hear slightly better.
"You wanna get her?"
"Yeah, after everyone else is gone."
She stopped panicking and sat calmly in the middle of the room, staring at the door and waiting for the nurse to open it. But it never did. It never opened, the nurse never came to get her and everything got quiet.
Jumping up frantically, she ran to the door and twitched, beating on it frantically.
"GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR! GET ME OUT! FUCKING OPEN THIS DOOR!" she yelled, beating the doors as her hands became bloodied.
Yet she still banged. Until she gave up, twitching.
"Its no use, they left us. Their gone…"she said and began to cry.
Footsteps were heard, and she jumped up and began beating on the doors again with her possibly broken hands and wrists. Not caring about the pain her body felt in her hands, and foot.
"Let me out! Please! Open the door! Please, oh god help me! Open the door!" she yelled.
When the footsteps stopped she twitched and cursed under her breath. Then screamed, she didn't say anything, just screamed. Ripping apart at herself, she screeched, pulling out her own hair and what not.
The door opened.
She twitched with blood and sweat dripping down her form. Looking over, there was a man with half a normal face and half an almost no face. He looked at her with a glare, flipped a coin and looked at it, then sighed and walked away.
The girl ran to the door, exiting the room and running the halls watching the exit signs on the ceiling and following them. She stopped feeling everything, and focused on just getting out.
When she got outside she took a big breath of the beautiful outdoors. Yet all she could smell was fumes and gasoline. Frowning, she was knocked back to her own reality and ran to hide behind what seemed to be school busses.
"Nice job Dearie, we all got out okay," she said smiling and twitching yet again.
"Thanks, but wasn't the building supposed to blow u-"and right before she could finish her sentence the back part of the hospital she was looking at blew up. Sparks and flames were everywhere. A nurse walked out of the building, then stopped and turned around, fiddling with a box like thing when the rest of the hospital blew up. She ran to a bus and as she was jumping in the girl screamed out to her.
"Hey! Hey nurse! Help!" the girl screamed, and twitched.
"What the fuck are you doing? We just got free! Are you trying to go back?" she yelled, catching the nurses' attention that now began to walk over to her.
She twitched again,"I'm sorry! But how else are we supposed to get out! We need some help! Then we'll run!" she apologized, twitching.
"Dearie, please stop fighting, you do this constantly," she said, as her whole body twitched.
The girl slumped to the ground, sobbing. She sat there, no longer caring that the nurse was only feet away from taking her freedom again to her stupidity. She lost it once already 3 years when she got admitted to the hospital.
"Well, well, well. Look what we uh…have here. Looks like I'm not the only loony one here anymore," the person said who she now realized to be a man with horrible green hair and clown make-up.
He laughed manically as he picked the girl up and threw her over his shoulder, walking toward the school bus and throwing her in, shortly following after.
"Let's go boys!"
'I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die,' the girl chanted over and over again in her head.
'Oh no your not. Don't put your hopes down yet,' the man inside her said.
'Now how are you so sure? This guy who is disguised as a clown nurse thing had a button thing and blew up the hospital and kidnapped me! His intentions cannot be good.' She screamed mentally.
'And if he was going to kill you he would have already,' he said.
'What if he's keeping me only to see if ill be useful later? And when he's done who's to say he wont kill me then?' she asked him.
'There is no say, only chance, it's all you have.' He said.
"Sooooo...so, so, sooooo. Whooo are you?" the clown asked.
"Who am i?" she asked her self/ she hadn't been asked that in forever. Seeing is to how she forgot and all her papers were in the hospital. All destroyed. She was now no one. Just nobody.
"I…am no one," she said, and twitched," Now who the fuck are you?"
The man took back, and then laughed hysterically.
"Ohhh we have a…feisty one here. Don't we boys?" the man asked.
The thugs with clown masks laughed, and one answered with a sarcastic,"Sure boss," and the nurse man shot him.
"I didn't ask to uh, be answered," he then turned back to the girl,"Well," he licked his lips,"Just call me…the uh, Joker."