Why do people fear insanity. Insanity itself isn't painful, it isn't scary, it's just a state of mind. Then again being trapped away in this prison has been torturous and it makes me wonder, how in the world did Uncle Fatso survive this. Every so often I would pull at the chains that bound me to the wall to find it useless. They would inject me with drugs to keep me from bending. I would hear them talking, and they would talk of "execution" or "revival" or "sending her to a asylum". I am mad, I could admit to that. I had hurt people, killed them even, but that was "right" that was " how it is supposed to be" because those people aren't people, they're savages. They play in the dirt and live in tents. I remembered hearing my brother say something about sending me to a remote island to "heal" but I'm not sick. Foot steps echo down the hallway. And I hear the familiar voices of my two best friends and the warden talking. The lithe girl in white and red warrior makeup and a dark green dress popped into the cell, and she spoke.
" Azula…?"