Disclaimer: I do not own SAW or the characters of Amanda Young and John Kramer. I just wrote this for fun.
The room was quiet as Amanda Young awaited the sanity hearing that may gain her admittance back into the "real world." The fact was that it had been six years since she had began her downward spiral into what people referred to as her "insanty trip." That was when she first met her mentor and father figure John Kramer, although most people knew him as the diabolical serial killer Jigsaw. John had once changed her life, making her value every breath she had and would ever take. He made her realize, by his twisted game, that she, a heroine addict, had a purpose in life after all. She had become his apprentice and by this action, she was compelled to take on John's brilliant plans when he died of terminal cancer. Her hardened heart allowed her to kill, but her unyielding wish to please John caused her much pain and she refused to play by the rules of his games which nearly resulted in her tragic death.
As Amanda sat in the holding room of the Cedar Hill Mental Institution, she looked at herself in the mirror for the frist time since she had come there three years ago. She looked into the two way mirror with her therapists monitoring her from the other side. She had short chopped off black hair, a pale face, and a scar on her neck where she had been grazed by a bullet fired at her by her last victim. She touched the scar but had no memory of where it had come from. In fact, she had no memory of the past six years at all. She had been subject to a drug trial that inflicted amnesia onto it's participants which had virtually erased the past six years of her life. She no longer remembered being arrested, being trapped in John's jaw trap, or how she was thrown in to the agonizing needle pit. She could not remember taking John's place when he became gravely ill, or her love of trapping and killing her victims, and did not remember being shot in the neck. She was a blank canvas, still with a bit of a past, standing in front of her own reflection. She felt alone, but calm. She knew that if the doctors could only prove her sanity that she could be released from the institution forever, although she did not know exactly why she was there in the first place.
Suddenly, a doctor in a white lab coat entered the room. "Amanda," she said in a welcoming voice, "it's time." Amanda walked promptly into the other room where sat doctors, a social worker, and a judge. She sat down before them a little apprehensively with her head pointed down and breathing slowly. The judge then spoke, "Doctor Blair, please state your case." The doctor stood up and said, "We are here to prove the sanity of Amanda Young with hopes that she will be able to return to a normal life in the outside world." "Go on," said the judge. "Yes, your honor," said the doctor, "Ms. Young has been unedergoing intense drug treatment for the past three years. This revolutionary, yet experimental, therapy has caused her to forget the transgressions of he last six years and has taken her back mentally to before her real trouble started." "Real trouble?" asked the judge. "Yes, your honor. The undisclosed information is in the papers in front of you," said the doctor. "I don't want to mention these things because there is a minute chance that overstimulation of her mind concerning her past may bring back some of the memories which could trigger a full memory retrieval." "Full memory retrieval?" asked the judge, "What's to keep this from happeing outside these walls?" "There is a possibility, although very slight, that it could happen, but with strict drug therapy and good companionship, she should be perfectly fine." "Amanda," said the judge. "Yes, your honor," said Amanda in a quiet voice, slowly looking up. "What do you plan to do once you are out on your own?" "I don't know," said Amanda quietly, "live a normal life, find some friends, maybe make a difference in someone's life. Just be me, whoever that may be." "That sounds like a good start," said the judge. After what seemed like an eternity of doctor's explanations and the judge's interrogation, the judge finally said, "I declare Amanda Young a mentally stable individual who may be discharged from Cedar Hill Mental Institution." Amanda's eyes grew wide as she stood up next to her therapist, "That's good, right?" said Amanda. "That's very good," said the therapist. As Amanda walked toward the door, the therapist smiled at her and said, "If you ever need me, just call." Amanda shook her head with a slight grin on her face and walked out the doors to her freedom. She was now free, but she was also alone. This lonliness made her feel as if there was something inside her that had felt this feeling before and she longed for companionship to release the tension of these empty feelings.