Kimberly Watts
Kimberly heard noises, right outside her bedroom. They seemed familiar-like the voices that had run through her mind while waiting in Hell to get her ass outta that fricken asylum. But, they were more life-like and realistic. Not dreams. They sounded like her old (emphasise on the old) friends. She grunted.
Kimberly knew she was going to be stuck here with those other muder-freaks, but she never wanted to admit it. She knew, but hoped that Mr. Jefferson was faking it.
But it was real. She took a deep breath. After all, she was going to have to run into them sometime, and now was the best time. Maybe even signal to them no to disturd her peace and quiet and get it through their thick skulls that she has to be here, not want.
A voice spoke up, maybe from a while away. But it could've been close when she heard it. She chuckled like the Joker of that movie, what was it? Batman? She had sort of lost her memory since her struggle with the cell life. She wasn't thinking properly-although, really, you never think properly after seven years of that place and a little bit of education every day. There weren't much tutors, so it was hard for Kim to learn.
Kim had been listening through a slight split in the wall. She had then deciphered the words. "...if not ya know your good. Not decide." She had heard of this name...Jake, that the voice had mentioned, well it sure did sound like it.
She had decided to show herself, reveal herself. She didn't want to interrupt their reunion but they needed to know she was still here, and alive and wasn't slaughtered in rehab or the females jail.
Slowly she opened the door, a few eyes had peeked at her. Yes, it was them-all their faces were so clear now. She recognised them as who she had suspected, her ex-friends. She was situated right behind them and looked into their eyes. She stared at them, only slits were seen from her brown eyes. This, they had known already, signified her anger.
"Well, well, well." She muttered, her voice deep and hoarse, with a tint of fury lying there waiting to come out. "We meet again." That was all she had to say to them.
She blamed them for this, for her mudering her family. She had thought that they had influenced her to do such a crime. She wasn't going to be the slightest bit of joyful toward any of them. This was going to be a long time with them. She had thought that as soon as she was free from this extra happy moment, she would begin finding jobs to get outta here immediately.