My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*


18. Green Eyed Attacker

White. Blink. Haze. Blink. I try to open my eyes but some woman in white shuts them forcefully with her fingers. She injects a cloudy white liquid into my upper arm. I wince at the sudden pain and open my eyes wide to scan the room. Correction: cell. I realize where I am. It looks like a prison, except completely white. The only color I see is the nurse's chocolate brown eyes as they peer into mine. She brings her fingers to my eyes and presses. The needle leaves my arm, so does the woman.

I struggle to sit up on my metal cot. I look around the room and observe my situation. Arkham Asylum. I knew they would send me here. My room has white brick walls, and a white carpeted floor. My cot is white with silvery metal to support it. The wall in front of me is tinted glass. I see doctors walking past with syringes and needles.

I cringe at the though of another thick needle being stabbed into my body, because I've been given them so much in the past two days.

One specific doctor peers into every cell, occasionally opening them. When she comes to my cell, her dark eyebrows furrow. She quickly taps the code, having looked at the paper with what I assume is a document with the cell pass-codes. Her hair is shiny and sleek, pulled into a ponytail down her back. She has black work pants and shiny blue heels with a lab coat that is too big for her. She shuts her eyes, and when they open, pity floods them.

She warily comes closer and extends her hand to me. I back away to the corner instinctively. She whips out a little green notepad and scribbles words down. Then, shoving it back into her coat pocket, she leaves. The glass door slides shut and she clicks away with her shiny shoes.

I bow my head until I hear the faint sounds of her heels fade away. I realize that she forgot to lock the door with the code, so I get up to my knees and dash to the clear barrier. I search it for a handle, or something to pull it open with, but to no avail. It looks like a window of some sorts with a pad on the right. The door only opens with a code from the outside. I lay my hands flat onto the clean surface, and lean to the side to try and slide it. When I lift my palms, I see handprints smeared onto the glass. I push and pull, until a click gives way to an opening. I hear gears moving and metal grinding, so I look up to see the heavy door sliding away from the wall. The gap becomes bigger and my anxiety becomes overwhelming.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I thrust my body out into the cold tiled corridor. It's empty, and has no windows, so I can't tell how long I've probably been here.

I jerk my head left and right before running to the double doors at the end. I speed down the hallway, having so much built energy from being in a cell all day. I pummel into the doors with a force so hard that they swing out and slam into the walls behind them. I laugh, knowing that this is completely in-character for a physc patient.

The next hallway looks much like a hotel, with a fancy carpet and gold-plated trim on the elevator. I press the button when someone touches my wrist.

I'm yanked back onto my back, leaving me breathless. As I gasp for air, my attacker kneels down beside me and cups his hand over my mouth. I thrash around wildly, trying to pry him off of my

"Shhhh" he hisses.

I flail my arms until his grip of my mouth moves to my throat. I gasp for air, but calm down, finally learning my lesson. I've caught a few tricks over the years of abuse.

His face comes into view at last, as he shifts onto his feet. His green eyes glint into the dimly lit hallway, and I see the window at the end of the hall. I see that the window provides no light for the hallway, so I assume its night.

He wraps his arms under mine and drags me back to the double doors at the end of the corridor. I scream, daring to disobey his dark presence over me, as he struggles to carry my dead weight. I squeal, trying to release his long fingers from my arms before I am back into the asylum's hallway.

He scolds, "Shut it!"

I grunt and give in to his constant tugging, just waiting for him to back into the doors. I look up into his face, contorted in frustration. He turns his head and pushes on the doors with his backside, still trying to bring me with him.

I glare at him, "Can I just get up and go back to my cell? This is kind of unprofessional for someone like you."

He sighs and finally releases his tight grip on me. I prop myself up onto my elbows and get to my achy feet. I face him, and he purses his lips. I raise my eyebrow and look him up and down.

"You don't look like a doctor" I say,

in response to his casual sweatpants, t-shirt and bare feet.

He shrugs, "I never said I was"

I scrunch my eyebrows and roll my eyes. Who is he? He swiftly turns on his heel, taking my thin wrist with him. I accelerate forward and slam my clumsy body into his. He glares. I brush my arms off and head to my cell. What was the point of that whole "capture"?

He stops me, "Don't come out of your cell again. I know how this place works. If you get out, and you get caught, your dead"

I start to get scared and a million questions race in the air. I decide to get back into my cell, so I pad over to the familiar white room. Then, it hits me.
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