Rating: PG, maybe PG-13 for language
Zakariah Mathew Jenkins sat silently next to a window. One arms rested against the sill, supporting his chin as he stared out at the drab yard beyond; the other tapped a pen restlessly against an empty page of a book that sat in his lap.
It was another quiet day in Wonderland Asylum. Quiet being a relative term, of course, as there were still quite a few cries echoing from deep in the building. But the others in the room with him kept their usual personal walls intact.
How much longer was he here? How long in the first place...? The judge said... fifteen years. Fifteen years and his point wasn't even proven. What was his point? What had his point been...? Had he forgotten already?
No... no it's only been two months, it's still to early to be forgetting. With a disgruntled sigh, he turned down to his journal, the pen moving with deft scratches across the page.