Danielle's POV
"Seriously?" I ask her in total disbelief, I can't believe that he would do that.
"Yes" Ivy laughed out. "He seriously used hair wax, I swear I got an infection or something"
"Eww" I groan out, already picturing it. "Bring the bleach"
"We're not allowed bleach, we're the bad guys remember?" She chuckles. "We could easily kill someone with it"
"Lower your voice, Ivy or they'll punish us" I warn her.
She shakes off my concern. "What do you know, you've been here for what, one or two weeks?"
"I know enough" I reply with a blank look on my face. It really isn't hard to predict this place, there were no limits to the cruelty.
"You know nothing Danielle Edkvist" Pamela snarl out before leaving me.
"That's not how you say it" I yell after her, amused by her tantrum.
"Who cares"
I had been in this prison or as they liked to call it asylum for maybe a week or two now. I wish I could know for certain but there is no way to keep track of the days, not for me atleast.
A new guard started yesterday, his name is Heahmud. Now I always like the new guards because they are so easy to manipulate and I needed all the help I could get if I wanted to survive this place. When I first arrived here I thought it funny that they would bring me here, I never imagined that I would make such an impression on the poor policemen who found me all bloody and dancing. The amusement didn't last long, the beatings started soon after and the touching. I could live with the occasional beating but the touches from the guards never failed to make me feel dirty and used, if they smeared anything on me I couldn't wash it off, we only had accesses to the showers once a week. If we're lucky.
But this guard, Heahmud wasn't like all those other guards, he didn't yell at me and he never touched me more than he had too. He was kind and gentle when handling me and he talked to me. I had longed for some normal people to talk to and given that I was locked up here with a bunch of crazy people it was hard to find the normal ones.
Carl had quickly grown to be a close friend, we trusted each other and kept eachother company when we were lonely. Sure we fought sometimes but never so much that we would be angry at each other for more than a couple of hours. Neither of us could afford losing any allies.
The inmate that never leaves my thoughts though is a lovely clown called Joker. Ever since we met I have felt this connection to him, when I enter a room my eyes immediately search for him and when we speak he never fails to grab all of my attention. In truth I wasn't sure why I was so smitten with this clown, I haven't known him a long time but the time I have known him feels like a lifetime. Classic me to start falling for the bad guy, no scratch that, the baddest guy. We have spoken a lot, not always about good things and we too have fought one or two times. All of those times where when he stole my food which by the way is never acceptable. I may like the man but that does not give him a free pass to steal my food. My biggest worry about him is that he is not feeling the same way as I am. How terrible wouldn't it be to be locked up with a man who does not return your affections. He must feel the same way, I've seen how he looks at me.
A rather surprising ally is Pamela, at first glance I never would have believed that we would be friends. I'm not very close to her but we can sit down and have friendly conversations and laugh together. She introduced me to her friends, there's Yal, Lisa and Tri. Yal got locked up in here for butchering a man and his animals, I never understood what the poor innocent animals had done to deserve it. Lisa got locked up here because of Tri who refuses to tell why she's here. Those two are kind of a package deal.