don't worry i am sane i just have an intrest about the workings of the mind but since i do suffers from slight paranoia and anxiety, which isn't fun let me tell you now. But i do try to incorperate it into some of my characters. I think my new character may be like Ali especially with his background and such.

In the asylum's maximum security wing, Richard Hancock sat in his narrow, steel cell. There was no light in the room, and there was only a mattress and a metal can (for 'waste'). Richard Hancock was a scrawny, weak looking man, the kind who you would never have expected to be capable of horrible violence. His short brown hair and generic looks were invisible in the dark cell, as were the large, circular scars under his chin and underneath his hair. The door opened, and in the light stood four armed orderlies, standing with batons at the ready. Hancock smiled, and stood up, being escorted by the guards to speak with his lawyer.

His expensive lawyer had managed to get Hancock transferred into general population, and out of the steel solitary confinement chamber he'd spent twenty of his forty years of life in. He had only seen three people during his stint; his lawyer had visited him, as did a doctor who performed psychical and psychological tests every month. The only other person he'd seen was the guard who put his meals through the small gap in the door, and escorted him to his meeting with his lawyer. Hancock was never in general population, either during his trial, or the twenty years since. After the most recent meeting with his lawyer, he'd learned that after extensive psychological testing, he was being given a chance to be released from solitary confinement, and into general population. The second smile in twenty years spread across his face as he signed his consent forms...