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The insane laughter echoed off the sterile white walls, the guards and visitors edged away from the cage that housed the laughing girl. She was wrapped in a straight jacket and the light from the high tiny window shone off her loosely curling flaming red hair; her smile was white and straight, and her eyes were a merry lime green.
"Chartreuse, really, please?" Wanda called from the neighboring cell.
"Sorry, Scarlet." Charlotte called over and attempted to quiet her hysterical laughter. She began playing with a set of small marbles, Wanda's brother Pietro had sent them but Wanda being well Wanda she hadn't wanted them, so she gave them to her best friend. Charlotte. They were perfect, one was a deep sapphire blue, one was scarlet, one was a chocolaty brown, and one was a vivid yellow-green.
"Hey, Char I don't think I've ever asked but that accent; where's it from?" Wanda asked leaning against the wall of her cell, knowing that in a second even through the stone of the wall she would feel her friends presence press the other side.
"Ummm, no where. I've been here for as long as I remember so its really a mix of every voice I've ever heard." The other girl said leaning up against the stone as Wanda knew she would.
"So where's your family now? I mean I've never seen anyone visit, not that that's saying much seeing as how my father and my twin brother dumped me in this place."
"Don't know. I was dumped here when I was too young to remember anything. The shrinks put me in the straight jacket because of my episodes, I mean this place is all I've ever known. Tell me about the outside." She begged her best friend who could hear tears welling in the other girls eyes.
"First, if you could wish for one thing right now, what would it be?" Wanda asked the other girl. She heard Charlotte give a watery little chuckle.
"I would wish for you to get out. This is all I've ever known, all I've ever seen. You, you belong out there; with your brother. How ever much you hate him, he's still your brother and that's a hell of a lot more than I have. You need the feel of rain on your face, to feel the wind through your hair. I've never know that, so I don't miss it; you do. For you to escape that is my wish." Tears welled in Wanda's eyes, and had either girl looked one cell over they would have seen tears welling in Pietro's eyes as well.
"My wish would be for both of us to get out, because on the outside I've got no one. I need you, so my wish is for both of us to get out; I want to show you the sun. See how your hair flames in the sunlight, I want both of us to feel the wind through our hair, I want to show you what life is like outside the bars of these cages." Wanda said, tears rolled freely over both girls faces as they leaned against each others backs through the concrete wall, and lay their heads on their knees.
"I'm so sorry Wanda. I can't get you out, but I may be able to do something almost as good." Pietro whispered, watching as the two girls cried together in separate cells. "Guard, is it possible for people to share rooms here?" The guard nodded, "can I talk to whomever is in charge of that?" He asked standing up. The guard nodded again and led Pietro away, but not before the silver haired boy blew a kiss towards his sister.
"Here you go girls," said a nurse dressed in white, as she unlocked the girls straight jackets, "this is your new room, someone pulled some strings for you. Behave now, and take your medicine." For the first time in living memory the girls swallowed the pills the doctors prescribed without complaint. As soon as the nurse left the girls ran to each other and gave each other a hug, they hugged each other and cried on each others shoulders. Pietro watched from down the hall.
"See ya' 'round sis." he said and then he was gone.
Through the following days the girls were inseparable, each month that went by saw the girls grow closer. The doctors were ecstatic they had finally found something that seemed to work at healing their patients scarred minds. Then Wanda disappeared, and Charlotte got worse.
"I got my wish," Charlotte said and began laughing her insane laughter, the only other sound that of her broken sobs. "I got my wish," and that was all she would ever say. She would sit on her bed and stare at the empty one Wanda left behind, her straight jacket had been replaced, her hair was lank, her eyes had regained that shine of insanity that they had had before Wanda had been transferred, and her laughter rang through the halls of the asylum at all hours of the day; if possible she had regressed to a state that even her top dose meds couldn't handle.
"We can't up her dosage anymore that could result in a fatality, but we need to do something. Do we have any sedatives that would do the job?" Charlotte heard the doctors saying under her laughter. Suddenly she stopped, making the doctors glance her way.
"I won't take anything else ya' know." she said, her voice dry and emotionless. The doctors were speechless, she hadn't said anything but 'I got my wish' in almost four months. "I won't do it, and the only way you can make me is to shove them down my throat, which is highly unlikely." The doctors were amazed she was thinking completely rationally. "Buh-Bye." She said softly then her gleaming chartreuse eyes, empty. The door to her cell blew away from her, she sat motionless on her bed as the guards came running to see what had happened. They found her just sitting on her bed still staring at her friends empty sheets.
"What happened here?" They asked her she just turned to them her eyes blank once more. "Jane, sweetie. What's wrong?" a sweet looking middle aged woman asked, gently following the guards.
"Wishes, Nursie wishes coming true." the girl said in that emotionless voice of hers. She knew this woman, she had cared for Charlotte when she was just a tiny child too young to form words into complete sentences. "My wish was for her to escape, hers for the both of us." The nurse pulled a syringe out of the pocket of her apron.
"Come on sweetie, there's nothing wrong with this place here. We all love you very much Charlotte, and we would never do anything to hurt you."
"Liar." Charlotte hissed, her voice still managing to be emotionless, "that's a naughty thing you did Nursie, you're not supposed to lie." suddenly Charlotte turned her eyes towards 'Nursie' the yellow-green meeting smoky blue. "You lie to me everyday, you say the pills will make me better, but they don't. You tell me my parents would come back when I was better, but they didn't. You told me that Wanda would come back, and she hasn't. Naughty, naughty Nursie." Charlotte taunted in a singsong voice. Then the laughter started, the laughter bubbling up from her throat ricochet off the walls the sound making the room spin. "Naughty, naughty Nursie. Naughty, naughty Nursie." she sang out and laughed harder. The guards and the nurses, fell one by one to the floor; out cold. "Nighty-night. Rock a bye and good night go to sleep my little baby!" She sang, her voice back to the childlike bell it had always been before. The sound was sweet, but to those who heard the old lullaby, well they could never tell they were out cold. Her laughter echoed up and down the hallways as she ran, long ago having been able to ditch the straight jacket. The white stone walls took on shifting colors and shapes as she passed, turning them into a crazy kaleidoscope.
As she took her first breath of free air, she smiled her laughter still ringing in her throat. She kissed the white, metal door leaving a smear of green though she wore no lipstick, and thirty seconds after she had left the door of the asylum behind, the ward where she had been held prisoner for her entire life went up in flames. left skipping through the old concrete jungle in the worst part of New York.