Danielle POV
"A little birdie told me you and I will have canteen privilege from now on" I throw over my shoulder to mistah J as I was trying to change clothes without flashing anyone. The uniforms they made us wear here were ridiculous, mondays to wednesdays we had a grey sweater and sweatpants and wednesdays to saturdays they were blue. Not to mention that I have to change in my cell and there is zero coverage of any sort here. Luckily we don't have bathrooms here because it would be really awkward to go to the bathroom if everyone was watching and listening.
The joker and I had during my time here not been allowed in the canteen, me because I was new and needed to "adapt" to asylum life and him because he probably did something bad. Frost had told me today though that we'd be allowed to go there with the rest of the patients so that's good I suppose. Gotta make some friends in this place besides Eddy, Jay and little mr can't tell truth from lie.
A low distracted hum is my answer, he's pretty quiet based on his reputation but it might just be all the drugs they force in him. Some day he's so high he can't even remember his name and he just sits laughing staring into nothing. I wonder when they'll start giving me drugs, I've never tried them before but there's a first time for everything. Besides it's not like we have choice in whether or not we take them.
Frost has become our full time guard, him and another one. Can't remember his name though, something Y. Maybe it was Yoseph, no Yesef. No no no that's not it. I bang my head on the wall behind me and it suddenly hits me. His name isn't Yoseph or Yesef, it's Wicken. Yeah I remember it clearly now, Wicken the touchy touchy guard. He likes to take advantage of me while I'm either tied up or in a straight jacket. It makes me feel so dirty feeling his hands on my skin and no matter how many times I tell him to stop he never listens. With his creepy grin and oily skin, I cringe. He never does it when Joker watches though and I can't tell him.
"Frost" no reply "Frost" no reply " Frost"
"What?" He turn around and I can see him composing himself, good for him. He might make it working for my one and only if he keep this up.
"When do I start my sessions again?" I kinda miss going to Bob's sessions by now, maybe that's his strategy. Make me as bored as possible that I will willingly come back to him. Damn that man is good.
"Tomorrow" Frost states before turning back to his original position of staring into the wall at the far back in this ward. He need to loosen up a bit.
I nod even if he can't see it and start picking my nails, they look like crap and I desperately need a nail scissor or whatever they're called. English sucks. I've gone back to biting on them when I'm bored and to believe that I just quit that. One would think that there would be more action here but nope.
"Frost" yet again no reply "Frost" no reply "Frost"
He barks out a what this time and I can't help laughing at him. His expression is just so funny, his face gets all smushed and his cheeks are starting to get a red hint to them.
"Nothing" He scoffs at me and mutter under his breath something about me being annoying. You have no idea frostie the snowman how annoying I can be.
"You know I am missing so many episodes of american horror story right now"
"No one cares freak" Wicken tells me pointing a fat finger at me.
"That's miss freak for you" I respond to him. "And fifty points off whatever house you're from, actually scratch that. You're not good enough to be in any of those houses" I hotly declare before swiftly turning my back to both of them. I would of expected my so called daddy to make a witty remark or bark out a joke if he wasn't so drugged up. No matter though, I'll take care of him.
"Why is everyone in this place so boring" I moan out as yet another hour slowly passes. It's so quiet in this place you could hear a needle hitting the floor. If you ignore the frantic mutters of Bartree as he rocks back and forward but we don't talk about him.
"Because that guy in cell 5 on the right is a mute, the man in cell 5 on the left is practically brain dead. Joker is so drugged up he can touch god, riddler over there will get beat up if he utters another one of his riddles. They get incredibly annoying after 5 years, your neighbour is scared of you and the rest of them can't speak english" A deep voice reach my ears, a new voice.
"And you?" I inquire curious.
"And I have not had a reason to talk" That's a shitty answer mate.
"Ookayy, hashtag weirdo alert, my name is Danielle" I introduce myself to mystery man. "Wanna be friends" I wiggle my eyebrows at him. He gives me a noncommittal shrug, I guess that's good enough.
"Okay people, let's get this show on the road" Frost tells his colleagues as they enter the room. They split up and I cringe as I see Wicken waddles over to me with cuffs swinging in his hands.
He tells me to put my hands on the bars and slowly make his way inside my cell, he cast a quick look at all of his colleagues to make sure no one's looking before strip searching me for weapons or something like that. Disgust wells up inside of me as he put his hands on me and slowly feeling me up before putting my arms behind my back and cuff me. He drags me out of the cell and in an act of defiance I abruptly stop and refuse to walk.
"Come on" He tells me and when that doesn't help he barks out "Walk". And when that doesn't give the reaction he wants he turn his whole body around and reaching down to his belt and tug his baton out. He brings it up before savagely swinging it on my head. Falling down to my knees, the pain blossoming in my head and bringing tears to my eyes and I stare at him with hate in my eyes. He sneers at me before tugging me to my feet and pushing me towards the others who all stopped what they were doing to stare at what happened but none of them made a move to help me. I mumble death threats at Wicken in swedish under my breath as I join the others in the lead.
As we start walking my eyes are drawn to Jay who's pliantly walking in the front, swaying slightly side to side with shuffled feet. I tug at his hand to make him turn around and to my surprise the force from my tug alone is enough to completely turn him around. There is no resistance in that body, it's like he's not even there. He has a blank expression on his pale tattooed face and a far away look in the usually electric blue eyes. I whimper at his state before Frost gently turn him back around and gives me a sympathetic smile.
Sitting down at an empty table in the full canteen is overwhelming to say the least, after being confined to my cell and a small amount of yard time with a limited amount of patients really makes one isolated. They fortunately uncuffed us as soon as we went through the canteen doors and I gently tugged Mistah J with my to my table, leaned him on the wall and went to get food. They didn't allow me to have a tray and I suppose that's fair after what I did to that friend stealing bitch.
Giving Jay a solemn smile I start cutting my food into little pieces so I can give some to him too. Gently correcting his posture I bring up a plastic spork to his mouth and he unconsciously takes the food and then he slumps down on my shoulder. It pains me to see him like that when I know how intense he usually is. His mood is like the weather and I love it because it keeps me on my toes. I feel him wrapping his arms around me and I sigh quietly as I eat the rest of the food before staring blankly at the table in front of me.
I'm brought out of my trance and I blink slowly and a small crooked smile grows on my dry lips as Edward sits down on my table. He is truly a loyal little riddler.
"What's up with him?" He asks pointing at my cuddly companion who decided to hide his face in my hair.
"He's on a lot of drugs" He let out a aha before turning to his food.
"You know you're my only friend in this place" I truthfully tell him.
"And you're mine but what about that oversized koala on you, isn't he a friend?" He gives a small shy smile.
"He's more than a friend" I retort back to him before bringing a hand to run a hand through his green hair.
Back in my cell and Jay in his I am once again left to my thoughts. My thoughts turn sour as I think of Robert the first and what he did to me and my mom. A man who hits a child and woman (and man) is no man. He's just a coward. My mom isn't totally innocent either, she manipulated me to find comfort in his abuse. Normalising it as something all fathers did to their children and it's just a sign that he loves me. What a bunch of horse shit, I can't forgive her for that. That man destroyed my life and traumatized me for good. Everytime I see a man all I can see is his face leering down at me calling me one of his favorite names he had for me, he destroyed songs for me by changing words to one of his nicknames. On a good day he'd only record the song and use it as an alarm on his phone that he hid somewhere on my room. It drove me crazy to hear the song repeated in his voice over and over again and never being able to find his phone. I remember each and every one of them. Then we have the notes that he used to leave everywhere in the apartment and especially my room. He'd paint a really ugly picture of me, I won't even describe it because it's so horrible and then tape it to the fridge or my door or somewhere else. And all of this on a good day and this is not mentioning the horrible things he said to me on a daily basis, all the fights and the manipulation.
"Goodnight Jay" I whisper out in the dark as tears fell from my face.
