Red high-tops sat at the foot of the bed below Becky's dangled legs. Her postures was slightly slouched as she held the scrap book in her lap. Eyes fixated on each page before she would turn to the next. Freckled cheeks glistened with previous tears; culprits of memories the book had revived.
The scrap book she had pieced together over the years held many memories. Some were painful, heartbreaking, happy, while others gave her a somewhat feeling of strength.. And others, she wasn't even sure why she kept.
A few child hood photos, cut outs from the year book and a few of her parents and sister filled the first few pages. Multiple pages held clipped diary entries, medical reports, written thoughts. Poems and quotes either written or torn from some unknown page, some where depressing and others where cheerful. Further in where multiple news paper articles. All the articles had one thing in common, scarecrow. Of course the few weeks of articles that pertained to her testifying and being attacked along with photos of Scarecrow and Becky at the court house where there, but more articles went on after that. Even after everything was over she continued to collects and article she came across. Now she didn't even now what possessed her to do such a thing.
After she finally flipped all the way through to a blank page she smeared the cream coloured page with a glue stick then smoothed out another article flat against it. The head line read: "ARKHAM BREAKOUT." With a photo of the Asylum and a list of escaped inmates. At the bottom listed "Jonathan Crane-Scarecrow".