Clinically Insane?
Sabine looked down. The very little amount of sunlight the small window let's into the room reflected off of her metal spoon. "How odd," she thought to herself. "They normally would never let me have an utensil like this at this place." She looked around the room. The same white walls and floors and the same stale, dusty air. She stared at the window. "How odd that they even have a window in here. It's far too high to even look out of." She continued to examine the window for several more seconds, paying special attention to the bars and the scratches on them showcasing previous inmate's attempts of escape. "This place is very odd" she murmured. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the tall metal door which clearly needed some oil for the hinges. "Inmate 305, are you awake?" the man said as he walked in. This was Sabine's least favorite guard, she never understood him. All of the other guards who come into the room always knock before entering and are very hesitant, very nervous. Sabine liked that. This guard, however, he entered in a very confident manner, almost as if he didn't care what she's done. She examined him. The man didn't show any fear and Sabine found that very frustrating. "Yes, I've been awake." Sabine said. The guard closed the door behind him and began to walk further into the room even more confidently than before. The man was very tall, much taller than Sabine. The man was also more muscular than Sabine, but none of that matters. Sabine turned around, "What are you doing?" The man looked at Sabine and smirked. Sabine tried not to show any change in her expression but failed. She got up quickly, contemplating what to do next. "Well come on! What do you want?" She was getting more frustrated by the second, and even more frustrated because she knew he could sense it. "For someone that's murdered multiple men before, you're very puny," He smirked. Sabine was smirking at this point too, knowing that this man had no idea what he was talking about. "I thought guards weren't supposed to mention anything about an inmate's past, what makes you special?" she said provokingly. The man then proceeded to grab her arms and pin her against the wall. Finding this all very entertaining compared to her usual days spent just laying on her wooden cot with no cushioning, Sabine smiled, "Your grip could be tighter and your stance provides me many ways of escaping, pathetic." The man's smirk turned into anger and worry. "NOW," he yelled. A woman. A smaller man. Multiple guards began to rush into the room. "Sabine, you've been here for months and have shown no signs of improvement. You're clinically insane and you're taking up space. Don't worry, this won't take long" said a woman. It's the woman. The woman Sabine met when she was first brought to this horrible place. "YOU.." Sabine screamed, "This is the end of you." Needles were coming closer to her from all angles. Sabine was trapped and soon to be dead. "You're a murderer Sabine. Even he agrees." This woman thought she knew everything. Sabine was going to prove she didn't. Blood. Blood everywhere. "They probably shouldn't have given me a metal spoon if they were going to sentence me to death the next morning" Sabine thought. "I think I'll keep the spoon as a souvenir, if you don't mind" she whispered to the woman's lifeless corpse while stepping over it. "Time to go find him and return the favor" Sabine said grinning.
