(Trigger warning)
Reader P.o.v
I sat up in bed with a jolt well screaming as i heard guard banging on the metal bars. I sighed and let my hand brush over my scars. I could feel the burning in my head as the usual thoughts filled in.
No one likes you. Stuck in here forever. Alone. he left He Left HE LEFT. Alone. Die.
I shook my head as it got louder. I then stood up and decided to just walk from wall to wall.
"What was that little scream fest about, doll?" I heard the smirk in the mans voice.
"I get nightmares. Vividly. Happens once every 2 or 3 days so i suggest you get used to it." I snap. I had so much adrenaline at the moment i didn't know what i would do.
"First. Stop moving. Your giving yourself more feel of being mad. Its no good. Sit and think. Then pase but slow. Eventually it goes away." I stop. I decided to listen to the mad mans advise as i sit down and think. After i take a deep breath i stand and walk slowly to the bars between our rooms. "How the fuck do I get out of here?" I groan. This was the most bored I've been in my life.
"I suggest break out but i need a plan. Though do i really look like a man with a plan?" He hums and laughs.
"What if you just play normal. First two weeks act a little crazy then dile it down. Say there little therapist does his job right." I suggest. He shook his head "i highly doubt that would work. There gonna think your faking it. I tried." I rolled my eyes.
"How about we make a little bet? Whoever gets out first wins. Prize is whatever you please." I suggest smirking. I wanted to see what card he had up his sleeve.
"Winner decided there prize after the win." He says. Sure he could want to kill me. But not like it would matter much.
"Well of course." I sit on my bed facing him.
"How did you get your scars?" I asked and he grinned.
"Wanna know how i got these scars? My fath-" i cut him off
"Father was… a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not-one-bit. So – me watching – he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it! Turns to me, and he says, “why so serious, son?” Comes at me with the knife“Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth“Let’s put a smile on that face!” And…Why so serious?." I say mimicking him the whole time. "Or were you gonna say about your wife?" I ask. He thought for a moment then smiled. Then started crazily laughing.
"Your a catch aren't you?" He smirks. "Now then tell me about your scars."
"I didn't get the truth about yours so maybe another time." I say and lean my head back.
"If you tell me the truth first then I'll tell you mine." He suggests. I sigh "You tell the therapist and i make you look as ugly as me." I threaten and he only nods.
"I dated a man. Even got engaged. He was a nice guy. At first. A while into moving in I found out quick that if he had a bad day i would be in for. I started loosing it. I felt like i couldn't leave. Then i felt i deserved the pain. So one day he finds out I've been cutting my arms. He didn't like that very much. So he says "Oh darling. If you wanted some markings i could have done it for you." He then grabbed my throat and he decided to make the big mark first down my front." I place my pointer on the scar. "He wasn't just knocking me out or throwing me down the stairs this time. No. This time. He cut me. He then cut another one across my throat
By now my vision was blurred. With red. He did 2 more marks before taking me to the hospital. Based of my arms he told the nursing staff i tried to kill myself. My arms were proof weren't they?" I pull up my sleeves to show the scattered scars. "He didn't think i would make it but i did. They let him take me home. My throat was healing so i couldn't tell them what had happened. So i went home. If i tried to speak he would strangle me so my voice got worse. So i stopped talking unless he wasn't home. I had loved singing. But that wasn't a option anymore. So once its healed 2 years after and he knows i can tell on him he does it again. More brutal. This time not cuts no. This time it was trying to hang me. So i don't let him do it to me. I couldn't take it anymore. I snap and i give him the same scars as me and leave him for dead. But now i hate myself. I cant look in the mirror. But you know what? Now I will always be able to say "I used to be beautiful. You see jack. You look fine. Hmm.. Im sure you were just a stud before those cuts. But you could pass as kinda normal. Your not a freak. You look fine. Now me. Yeah. Im a freak."
He sat shocked. He then thought carefully.
"Wanna know how i got these scars really?"