Slightly Crazy

Very very short, but here you go, this is all I have for now. 

My eyes flickered open, vision slightly blurry, loud cackling in the air, head pounding and I found myself on the floor, the book over my head. I groaned as I sat up, my back facing the vent. I could hear breathing on the other side of the vent but I ignored it, and believed that I confused it with my own. “God dammit,” I said irritably as I massaged my forehead and heard the words echo around me. Then suddenly I heard a voice, but not my own. It was low, and the words were smooth and calm.

“God? I don’t believe there’s a god my dear,” he said, assuming that it was a he. It took me a while to get to my senses as I sat straight up against the wall. “You’re the joker aren’t you,” I said in a bored manner. The tone of his voice changed most instantly as I almost imagined him smile. “Why yes, have you heard of me? I’m apparently not safe according to the police. I like to slit throats and paint my knives with a pretty color of red,” he said, insanely. I didn’t respond. If I had actually heard of the joker, I would probably have been scared, but in my case I had not. An Asylum did a pretty good job of keeping you locked, and unaware of the real world. For me, this guy was just another lunatic, like me probably, although I didn’t like the look of blood. I had seen too much of it. I still can’t remember where, but I knew that I didn’t like it.

“Why, sweety, are you afraid?” I heard him slur as if he was enjoying it a little too much. His voice gave me a chill in my spine, but I shook the feeling away. “No, I just can’t recall hearing about you before, not until I found out that we were going to be somewhat roommates.” I finished rather bluntly. “Aw…you disappoint me dear, maybe when we actually bump into each other, I can show you what I’m really capable of, show you a little taste of the Joker,” and with that, he started laughing hysterically. “No thanks,” I said cutting him off. “So, you have a name deary?” he said, tone instantly changing once again, a moment later. I could see why he was called the Joker.

“Miss Young,” I said reluctantly. “Ahh, and you have a first name to go with that Miss Young?” he said. “Seren…Seren Young” I stammered. Giving my name to another crazy person wasn’t a big a deal. I was here, safe in my cell anyways and I was sure the Joker wasn’t capable of anything too big. “Seeren Young” he slurred my name and it sent chills to my body. Something felt very wrong but I couldn’t place my finger on it.     

Disclaimer: This is purely fanbased. 

It's my first fanfic chapter on livejournal so it's not that good...but hopefully my writing will get better as the chapters go on.
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Insane Attraction

The walls seemed to close all around me, dark and mysterious. Cries could be heard from every point of the building enveloping the whole aura in that of insanity. My palms slid on the cold, heavily tinted glass leaving many new fingerprints in the place of the old. Once you were in there, there was no way out. You were now a lab rat, carefully examined through hidden cameras. You had no privacy. Every move, any sign of anxiety, anger, or even insanity was recorded. I felt a nauseating sensation in my stomach as I started to undergo the effects of the drug given to me just moments ago. My fists clenched, my heart felt heavy, my mind swaying. I plead the last words of sanity. Slamming my hand onto the glass of the small window, I surprisingly felt no pain. “Let me go…” I pleaded, “Don’t do this to me, I’m sane I swear…” My voice trailed off. Vision became blurry as my body thud against the hard floor, blood trickling down my white knuckles.

3 months later

I brushed aside a stray lock of hair and yawned. I was sitting on my bed, legs spread out while flipping the pages of an old romance novel. The sheets on the bed were unkempt and ruffle. I was feeling a little sweaty and after two days I’d probably be in need of a shower. My thoughts often strayed in moments of boredom. After all, what was there to do all day? Same amount of drugs, that I usually pretended to swallow and then just spit out, same therapy sessions, same food, same clothes, pretty much same everything. The only thing that seriously got on my nerves was how everyone treated you. You were insane….You had lost your mind somewhere…but what was the difference anyways? Sanity, insanity…was probably different in everyone’s eyes or mind. Everyone failed to see that I was perfectly fine. They couldn’t get any dirt on me yet they insisted that I stay here for the rest of my life. “I’m sane, I swear…why don’t you believe me?” I would often say a while back, but they’d just smile and say “Of course you are, here are your pills” as if they were talking to a child. I had given up trying to convince them. Sometimes I thought maybe I did convince them and perhaps they were just too lazy to do the paperwork. Sometimes I thought that maybe I was crazy. I couldn't remember why I was even here at Arkham asylum. Either it was amnesia or the drugs had clogged up my memory. For some reason, whatever I did that had gotten me here, I was sure it wasn't because I did something stupid. It must have been..some sort of misunderstanding. I sighed and tried not to think about it too much.

I felt a little drowsy and I let me eyes close for a little while. I opened them again when I heard my book fall to the ground with a thud. I ignored it but stared at the metal pole in front of me. Right behind it there was a camera, the only camera in the room actually and right now it was at its blind spot.  I chuckled to myself and laid back onto the pillow, staring at the dull ceiling.

Just then, I heard panicking voices outside my cell. It was rather vague, but I could make out some words over their panting. “Oh….god…where….joker? Are…y..kidding me? Where…we put him?” I raised my eyebrow slightly, stood up and inched towards the door putting ear on it. Who was the joker anyways? It was a rather strange and immature name at that. “Where should we put him? All the high security cells are occupied. There’s an empty one next to Crane but that’d be risky.” Another person joined into the conversation, “Put him right here then, next to uh….” And I heard a clipboard snap, “Next to Ms. Seren Young. We’ll just keep security tight around his cell.” I groaned with dissatisfaction.  I hated noises around my cell. I could hear them from every point of my cell, at the top where security was high, on the right, in front of me behind me, at the bottom, and now unfortunately on left as well. I guess it was a problem that I had, but little noises bothered me. The vents didn’t make anything easier. There was one on the left side of the room and one on the ceiling. Hopefully this so called Joker wasn’t a loud and cocky kind of guy.

My first post on lj. Recently, I saw the dark knight movie, and words can not express how much i loved this movie. You could say that it was pure genius, lol. Thought i'd make some joker icons since he's become my favorite character from the movie :P Enjoy