As they dragged me through the hall one of the guards opened up one of the nearby cells and threw me inside; slamming it shut.
When I heard the click of the lock I screamed even louder than before and ran towards them. "Don't leave me in here!" I cried and gripped the bars.
But no the court officers simply ignored me and began to walk away.
I started panicking. "Wait! Don't leave!" I screamed and started following them till I got to the other end of the cell. "Come back!" I cried loudly and banged my fists against the bars. I started kicking at the bars and screamed more.
After a good thirty-minutes of screaming at nothing I sat myself in a corner and brought my legs up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around myself and laid my head on my knees and cried silently. Never have I felt so alone...
Alone. I thought. Sometimes I wondered if L felt the same loneliness I have. Wait..he's not completely alone. He has Wateri there by his side. But do you even care for him L? Does he even care for you? Or are you just some prized asset to him of a crowning achievement? Selfish old man.
And what about you L? Are you proud of what you accomplished? Sometimes I wonder if you actually like what you do? Or if your just doing it because Wateri said so. If you had a choice would you still be doing what your doing now?
Choice. Was there even a choice in the matter? Did you choose to become a detective? Or did Wateri tell you one day that's what you would become? I hardly ever saw you at Wammy's. You were to busy being groomed into what you are now.
I wonder if you really knew what went on at Wammy's house. No. I bet you didn't think twice. Oh how much I hated you! The hate I felt towards you..! After A killed himself I grew to hate you more than I ever thought. And to thinking what my life would have become if I stayed!
Stayed. After A's suicide would I have stayed? Stayed to be nothing but a copy of the original? Having no purpose in life other than to be your successor when you died? Why? Why?! Why would I even stay to be a copy of you!
We are alike in so many ways L... It's maddening! We look alike. There isn't a puzzle or clue that we couldn't crack. We know how to read the situation before us and the people in it. We isolate are selves from everybody else.. Completely same you and I.
That's what makes me sick the most. You L! The bane of my existence! I'm here in this jail cell while your off solving more cases. I gritted my teeth in frustration.
Soon someone started banging something against the bars making me jump. I looked up to see one of the police officers there. I growled and slowly stood. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." He chuckled and pulled something out of his pocket.
I squinted my eyes a bit to see that he held some small and rectangular. I walked back slowly. "Don't you fucking shoot me with that!"
He chuckled and moved to open the door and step inside. "Nighty night." He said and pressed the button. As the taser puncture my side I jerk forward feeling the first wave of electricity. I screamed and felt myself fall back. My head hit the ground first and everything seemed to go black..
When I finally started to come to I noticed that I laid down face first on what looked like a mattress.
Damn cop! I thought and tried to move my hands but couldn't. I started to panic a bit as I tried to sit up but still couldn't. I breathed calmly and tried to get a better look at my surroundings.
The room I was in was just a pale white with only one window on my right. But the window itself had bars in front of it. And the only source of light was coming from the . I looked over too see that there was a metal desk by the window. And of course that was boulted down to the floor. My guess that the chair itself was also.
Where was I? Where did the courthouse go? Where was that damn cop who tasered me?! Where was anybody?! I soon felt that dread of loneliness kick in again. I sighed and used my head to push myself up so that I was sitting up. I looked down too see that I was in a straight jacket.
My eye twitched a bit. God I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs again. How long have I been knocked unconscious?! How the hell did they even get me in here?! I know I wasn't heavy to carry around but still!
I leaned back and sighted. "Please.. At least let me know someone's here.. You don't have to be in the room with me..just say something.. Anything!" I whispered to myself and closed my eyes.
A few more minutes passed until I heard the creak of the door start to open. I looked up to see three people step inside. They all were dressed in white except for the person in the middle whore normal clothes with a white coat. I gulped slowly as they started to come closer towards me.
"Hello Beyond Birthday. My name is Doctor. Gardner."
"B.B for short..." I grumbled.
He nodded and cleared his throat a bit. "Do you know where you are?"
"NO! I have no idea where the hell I am! Enlighten me white coat!" I grumbled some more.
"You're at Plain-view Psychiatric Hospital." He said and stood in front of me.
"So basically I'm in the nut house. Great." I sighted. "Now if you would be so kind is to...GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!" I yelled and moved my shoulders.
"Soon Beyond. Soon. The straight jacket is..appropriate."
I groaned in annoyance. "When will I get out of this?"
"Like I said soon. For now I need you to be patient and there is someone here too see you."
Patient? I thought and snorted. "Fine." I grumbled and stepped onto the cold floor. I curled my toes and sighted.
"Make sure there is some shoes in here when he comes back." He told one of the orderlies.
I stumbled forward a bit. Walking with this might be a little harder than I thought... I tried standing straight but I was so use to walking with my back being a little hunch over... I shook my head and thought. The only time I walked like that was when I was... imitating L..
"Right in here Beyond. And you're therapist is already waiting for you inside. Every therapy lesson will be an hour long if not a bit less. During the lesson it is confidential but if she feels that your a danger to yourself and other we will be force to act."
I nod and sighted. "Yeah I get it." I said and walked inside the office. My eyes gazed around to see many certificates and awards for different types of degrees. I caught a glimpse of the name of the proud owner who had them displayed there. Bethany Rodriguez they said. As I came a little closer there she stood. She must of been almost six feet tall tall and held her long brown hair back in a ponytail. I raised an eyebrow as she looked at me with her almond colored eyes.
"Hello. You must be Beyond. I'm Doctor. Bethany-" She began to say before I cut her off.
"Bethany Rodriquez. Yeah I know. I read what your diplomas said." I told her as she gestured me to sit down at one of the black leather chairs facing her. I sighted and did without any hesitations.
"And I now you must know why you are here?" She asked and pulled off her glasses, gently folding them onto her lap.
"You're a therapist so I assume I'm going to talk with you about random stuff and you try to figure out what's wrong with me?" I said. Find out what's wrong with me huh? I chuckled at the very thought.
"Do you believe there is something wrong with you?" She asked and raised an eyebrow.
"You're a professional shrink. You tell me." I said and leaned back onto the chair.
"Alright then." She chuckled softly and looked at me. Her eyes looked at me, carefully studying me. To be honest she was kind of freaking me out by the way she looked at me.
I stiffened uncomfortably in the chair and looked onto the floor to avoid her gaze.
She leaned back into her chair and crossed her legs. "Well Beyond what I can tell is that there is nothing wrong with you. But I do see that you look like you could use someone to talk too." She leaned over to her desk and picked up what looked like a folder. I squinted my eyes too see that my name was written on it.
I raised an eyebrow and wondered. What was in it? If not anything already. "So enlighten me Doc. What do you know about me so far?" I smirked.
"Well Beyond do you want my opinion of you or what your file says?" She said and held it up.
"Both." I smirked still.
"Well in the file it says that you are a demented sociopath without a single ounce of remorse for human kind. And do you know how they got that without interviewing you?" She raised an eyebrow.
I simply shrugged and let her finish.
"On how you staged you're crime scenes. Mutilating your victims post mortem. You even went to the extreme to pull out Quarter Queen's eyes and crush them. Soon you put on her glasses after. Which I never understood. I get cleaning up the crime scene but why take the time to put the clothes on back on your victims?"
"C..can you stop..?" I murmur to myself.
"Why? Don't you like hearing your handiwork? What about Backyard Bottomslash? Did she like it when you strangled, beaten her causing massive hemorrhaging and stabbed her until she died from blood loss? But no you didn't stop there. You chopped off her right leg and left arm at the root. And for what? To make her into a clock for you're sick game."
"P..please stop." I asked again, trying not to raise my voice.
Bethany sighted and closed my file and places it back onto her desk. "And you want to know my opinion of you?"
"Do I even have a choice?"
"I think that you a very disturbed young man who is in need of plenty of therapy and with the right medication you will get better. I also know that you must of held in lots of anger from over the years and I want to know what exactly set you off to commit the grisly murders in the first place."
"Wow Doc. You make me sound like an experiment." I chuckle a bit and narrow my eyes at her. "What's your angle?"
"No angle. I genuine want to understand you Beyond. Will you possible put your trust in me?"
I raised an eyebrow in suspicion. I still didn't trust her, but hell what's the worst that can happen? Soon I nodded in agreement. "Alright then Bethany. I'll start from the beginning and work my way towards the murders..on a few conditions on my own. They aren't nonnegotiable. Choose to ignore my demands and here on out I'll remain comatose for the rest of my days."
She thought about it for a moment. "Depends on what your demands are."
"My first demand is that you get me out of this straight jacket. Second is if I find out which I will because I'm good at reading people find out that you're a two faced bitch we stop talking. I don't care if I'm forced to come to you I simply wont talk and just waste your time. Next is while I'm talking I can choose to spot if and when I want too. And it will be my choice if I continue the story for another day. Deal?" I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
She sighted. "Fine. You will be out of that straight jacket. BUT! If I find out that your a danger to yourself and others you'll be back in that straight jacket."
I grinned. "Deal. Let's see. Where to start.."
Yes! Finally done! -chuckles- This was a lot harder than I thought. But it was worth it -smiles- I hope you all enjoy the story! Until next time, always review!
*Max Nightmare*