Sitting in the corner of her cell, Cassadine had her forehead against the wall. It had been another day in hell for her. She went to dinner with all the other patients, the only time she was allowed to be with them, she hated every single one of them. Whenever she walked into the cafeteria, with guards of course, they looked at her like she was dirt kicked from out under the rug; like they were any better than her.
She ate at a table alone, she wasn't even hungry; she just ate to make herself feel human and semi-normal. After she finished, Cassadine stood and was escorted back to her cell.
Now she just sat and waited for someone to come in with her medication. She would protest like she had every day she had been at Arkham.
As she sat there thinking about how long she had been there, she realized that since she was admitted the day after her fifteenth birthday, she was now twenty-one. Six years. Six damn years in hell; a hell her parents willingly put her in. Just as the hate was about to reach her lungs to scream, the man with needle came through the door.
"Unless that thing has ice water in it, you're not getting it in my arm." Cassadine said defiantly, not even turning to look at the person who had entered.
"Must we go through this every single time, Cassadine?" The man asked.
"No, just stop bringing that damn needle to me." Cassadine spat.
She heard the man sigh behind her. Cassadine didn't know his name, she never looked, she never asked, she never cared. The man came up behind her and grabbed her arm forcefully, causing her stand up in defense of herself.
"Cassadine, just take it!" He shouted
"NO!" Cassadine yelled; she had reached her limit; she was through. The door to her cell was still open so she turned and using all the strength in her small frame she shoved the man back out the door and into the hallway.
"This is ridiculous." The man panted, still holding tight to the syringe.
"What's going on here?" there was another voice from the cell next to Cassadine's.
Cassadine and the guard turned towards the voice.
There stood another guard, holding onto the shoulder of another inmate, the man with the clown make-up. Everyone was looking at Cassadine now; she looked at the floor and bit her bottom lip.
"She won't take her damn medication." The guard said pointing the syringe at Cassadine.
"You actually give it to her?" The other guard asked as he fumbled with his keys.
"Yes. I actually do my job, unlike you, apparently." The guard sneered; he then tried to grab hold of Cassadine's arm again, but she wouldn't let him touch her, she took a step back from him.
"Just let her see what happens when she skips." The other guard shrugged, unlocking the other cell and shoving the clown man in. Until the door closed he hadn't taken his eyes off of Cassadine. He'd seen her before, but not this close and this time she didn't seem so empty and emotionless. She was full of hate and depression.
"Fine. Lets see how you sleep tonight." Cassadine's guard sneered as he shoved Cassadine back into her cell and slammed the door in her face. As he was walking away he could hear her laughing.
Cassadine danced around her room, she had won, she didn't have to take her medication, she didn't have to be pulled under, she could finally stay up all night and maybe fall asleep of her own accord.