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.