Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa
He laid on his bed, wrists and ankles sore from the restraints that they had put on him the day prior. Aiden sighed, letting his eyes flutter close. How had he let things spiral out of control like that, he had always prided himself in being in control, but the way she spoke, the way the doctor had spoken to him the previous day had pushed him over the edge, made him a person that he didn’t like to show, the reason he was in here in the first place. It was not like he attacked her — well, not yet at least.
She had asked him questions, questions that he knew deep down he knew the answers to, but refused to acknowledge. Painful memories that he didn’t want to dig up and resurfaced, and it broke his usual facade of nonchalance. Aiden had always been good at manipulating people, getting them to do things for him while making it seem like they were doing it for themselves. That was how he got by, and that was also the reason he was housed there, locked up and away from the eye of the public. But no, he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice, he assured himself over the loud, hysterical screaming from the room down the hall.
A soft rapt on the door drew him out of his thoughts as he sat up in bed, propping a book up onto his thighs before smiling politely, a stark contrast to how he had behaved merely hours ago. “Hey Doc,”, he called out, friendly, but with a playful glint in his eye, “What’s on the agenda today?”