Hell on Earth Chapter 3
I will break into your thoughts
With what's written on my heart
I will break, break
I'm so sick, infected with
Where I live
Let me live without this
Empty bliss, selfishness
I'm so sick, I'm so sick
If you want more of this
We can push out, sell out, die out
So you'll shut up
And stay sleeping
With my screaming and your itching ears…
~Flyleaf -I'm so sick
I never got to see any other patients when I arrived early Monday at Arkham. But a nurse with graying black hair walked me into what was now my own personal hell. Super.
"Are you comfy?" She asked kindly after I sat on my plainly made bed.
"Well I'm just fan-freaking-tastic for a girl whose going to be locked up in this hell hole forever." I said, my voice was just oozing sarcasm. "But thanks for askin Dora."
Her eyes hardened a little. "Well in that case I guess you won't need anything." She said and she turned to leave.
I instantly felt sorry. "Hey, sorry I was rude, I'm just annoyed is all." I said sincerely. Maybe I could have an ally and get out of this mess. I really wanted Frankie, but he was being a douche bag and not bothering to come get me.
"Oh, no worries." She said with confusion. She probably was thinking, "Why is she apologizing? She's just a nut, she can't feel."
"Hey, I don't have to stay in this itty bitty room the whole time do I?"
She told me that I would get to come out at least four times a day, not including bathroom breaks. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and Shower time. Frick, I'd have to share a shower with 50 other women who'd probably molest me.
The food was atrocious. I couldn't begin to fathom how these people could stand eating this crap 3 times a day. That's when I heard gales of laughter coming from the other side of the cafeteria. I sighed. I was gonna beat Frankie if he didn't get me out soon.
"Miss Slade?" said a gruff voice. It was a guard. "You have an visitor."
"Seriously? Now?" I said. "Sweet"
I hopped up with him to leave when someone grabbed my arm. I turned to smack him and stopped suddenly, hand frozen in in mid-bitch-slap. The man who had my arm had a wicked grin on his face. And man, what a face. He had strange marks on either sides of his mouth, pulling it up into a permanent grin. Painted across this grin was a messy red clown-like line. The rest of his face was a dirty white, with thick black circles around his devilish eyes.
"Well, well, a newbie, how ya doin' sweetheart?" he said. I was shocked to hear his voice. I expected it to be harsh and gravelly, but it was light, whimsical, and devious. "You must be Cassie, welcome to our circus from hell."
"Great, super, thanks." I said a little too quickly because he stood up and tried to block my way.
"You look nervous, want to know how I got these scars?' He asked, eyes glinting demonically. The table he had been sitting at was full of people, who were now snickering.
I drew a long exaggerated breath. "I'm not nervous, I'm annoyed and in a hurry so could you please step aside?" I had to see if this visitor was Frankie or not.
The guard had to jerk him aside so I could pass. I felt their stares after me as I walked away. Sicko I thought as I the guard and I stopped in front of a door marked Visiting Room.
"CASSIE!!" cried an all-too familiar voice.
"FRANKAYY!!" I yelled and ran to hug him. We embraced for a few seconds and stepped away. "Where've you been? I tried to call you! You should've been here sooner!" I was so happy to see his face. It was clear and young, but his eyes looked as if he had seen things must people couldn't begin to imagine, which he had. I frowned and then I messed with his thick black hair.
"I'm sorry Cass, I stumbled upon a uh, a nest," he whispered the last part. "I had to keep following them."
"No whispering" barked the guard.
"Only if you stop YELLING!" I said.
He glared icily at me as Frankie continued. "So anyway the you-know-where is completely overrun with the you-know-whats." he said tensely. "I spoke to Sarah and Valerie and they're in town so they'll help me out with the bloody problem."
"Good, now what about me?" I said, becoming a little impatient.
"Oh I don't know Cass. I can't do much while we're in this in this funky town." Frank replied. "I can't-,"
"Time's up." said the guard. "Get moving."
I got up and gave that skinny boy one last hug. He gripped the back of my collar then released me and I was taken back to my cell.
Once the guard had left me I reached into the back of my shirt and pulled out a long white stick. It was chalk. I grinned. Funky Town was our codeword for "I giving you something secret." Making sure no one could see me, I slipped the chalk inside a little notch behind the bed and waited for dark to come. Tonight, I would break out of Arkham Asylum.
Okay guys how was this? I'm going to have chapter 4 up by Thursday or Friday, so I can bring in more villains. This story has a long way to go. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!