Oh, her?

She was the most sane of us all, which, I'd like to clarify, wasn't such a huge accomplishment. After all, the cells next to her held a schizo and a bumbling catatonic husk of a man. Even the cockroach in the corner of my cell that stole portions of my food got more reason than most others do here.

I prided myself on being one of the most normal ones, because that was a huge accomplishment. I had blood on my hands, blood in my mouth, and I smiled all the way to prison and laughed all the way to the hospital for sickos. Happiness is an indicator of normalcy, right?

Anyways, that sanity she had? That made her insane. It was bound to, because you can't keep your mind in a place like this unless your mind was already screwed in wrong in the first place.

She stopped screaming that she was framed after the first two weeks. Another two to go completely silent. A month until the manic episodes began, and that was about the same time that the nurses started pumping her with meds, at least according to Lean Joe. Joe's probably as sane as I am, seeing as he was there to help hide the bodies and made the merry trips 'round the government buildings.

Just unfortunate, she was. No one's going to help her out now that the doc's got her convinced that she actually did the crime.

Glad that I've got myself a lawyer, though, one as nice as you, 'specially. None of this is going on record, right?