This was the chance that she had been waiting for. Every time she had wanted to tell her story, she was silenced by the doctors, put under by their drugs so that she wouldn't tell the world what they had done to her.
"I…I," she stuttered, the words not coming out. She was so drawn to tell this man her story, but the years of watching what she said had caught up to her at this moment. Years of being silenced from speaking her mind had made her extremely cautious of the words that might escape her mouth. She tried again. "I… I didn't d…do anything." She saw the man's head twist in puzzlement.
"Didn't do anything, hmmm? What an interesting story? So what did happen?" he went over and sat down on the bed. Jessica stayed where she was in the corner of the room. "I don't bite, and standing can't be very, ah, comfortable. So come tell your story. We have hours to kill." Though she was reluctant she went over and sat down on the side of the bed, farthest away from him though.
"Well I've been here since I was seven." Her eye went out of focus as she started to recollect her time there. As she spoke she started playing with her long silver hair. "I guess my parents had given me up for adoption and from then on I was bounced from foster home to foster home, but no one ever took. They said I was too violent, too hysterical.
"I never did anything though, siblings get into fights all the time right?" she said mostly to herself. "Anyway, when I was put back into foster care again, the social workers decided, it would be best for me to go somewhere to get "treated". Soooo, they sent me here to Arkham, at seven years old. How they got away with putting me in here I never will know.
"After my first year here, they started performing experiments on me. I guess because I was so young and my brain and body were so malleable that it was a Holy Grail to their messed up ideas. For the past 20 years, I've been their guinea pig, they been doing every type of experiment on me. Physical and mental abuse has been the norm. I've been bombarded with radiation, drugs, you name it. The worst stuff was Dr. Crane's infernal concoction. I still can't get the nightmares out of my head."Jessica started hyperventilating as the nightmares came rushing back to her. She grabbed her head and started rocking back and forth and shaking violently, trying to force the nightmares to come out, but they wouldn't leave.
She didn't notice the man, using the last compassionate bone is body, trying to soothe her. He had attempted to stroke her hair, to calm her down, but when he did, his hand came away bloody, tiny slash marks appearing across the length of his hand. He stared in amazement and amusement in his hand. A smile playing across his lips, he had a plan, and this girl would be a major part of it. A plan to break out of Arkham Asylum.