Many people find this book very interesting so I decided, finally, to update. I read my previous chapters and I must say, I was entertained and hooked on my own book lol. Anyways, enjoy.
Sorry for the wait...
"I told the witch doctor I was in love with you," I sang lowly. "I know that you'll be mine when I say this to you."
"Harry, how do you know this song?" Donna said to me. She was walking besides me in her annoying heels and I was chained up.
"I don't know," I said.
"Of course you don't," she smiled. I gave her a confused look but she turned her head.
"Pretty little angel eyes," I sang.
"Harry, can you be quiet?" She said.
"You know I love you my darling angel eyes," I sang again.
"I will throw you in the solitary," she demanded. I was tempted to sing but I didn't want to get thrown in there.
I might go very insane.
Mrs. Ludrale, also know as Donna, opened the door to her office.
A man was sitting on a chair besides the one I was going to sit in. He was a man in his 30s with dark brown hair and heavy eyebags. He smiled at me.
I sat down and stared at him.
"This must be the infamous Harry Styles?" He said.
"I'm Mr. Caulen. I will be your temporary psychiatrist. I'll be observing you for a few weeks just to see if you're not a huge threat to the community."
"I'm not a huge threat," I said.
Mrs. Ludrale sat down in her chair.
"Harry, you killed the family of a 17 year old girl and stabbed her. You claim you love her, right?" He said.
"I do," I said.
"That's a serious threat. We can't put you in a jail because you have Schizophrenia. On top of it, you act on impulse and are very violent," he said.
"No," I said my voice raising. No I don't. This man is calling me crazy.
"I'm not crazy," I said. I stared into his eyes.
"Calm down Harry," he said.
"Donna get me out of here," I demanded. I got up but realized my hands and feet were chained.
"It's Mrs. Ludrale and sit down Harry," she said.
"I want to go back to my cell," I said. Mrs. Ludrale looked at the man and he looked at me.
He cleared his throat and stood up.
"I'll let this young man go to his cell but I already introduced myself so I guess he can go on with his day," Mr. Caulen smiled.
A guard grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room.
"When is lunch?" I said looking at the guard.
"Soon," he said.
As I walked down the hall, the others would whisper things out of their cells.
"What's up sexy," a man said in his cell.
I looked up in disgust. I ran towards the cell and slammed both of my chained hands on the door.
"Aggressive, I like it," he said.
"I will kill you," I said and the guard pulled me away.
"Put the crazy homosexuals in another ward," I said.
"We don't work under your commands," the guard said. He opened my cell and unchained me.
I stepped in and threw myself on the bed.
I hated this hell hole. I wanted to escape.
"Lunch time!" They yelled.
A guard opened my cell and then came another. They chained my hands and we walked out of the cell.
This was going to be an everyday thing and I hated it.
I was led into the big, bright room where other patients sat around talking about nonsense like always.
I saw my favorite chair all the way in the back and I sat. They took my chains off.
Scarlett walked around with a clipboard and a pen talking to some of the patients.
I admired her but I knew she was becoming uneasy under my look.
I touched my thick curly hair and remembered how much I couldn't wait to take a damn shower.
"Hello," she said. I looked up but to my surprise it wasn't Scarlett.
It was a young woman around my age with brown hair and almost pale skin. She was holding a tray with food.
"Who are you," I said.
"Aw, you have a nice accent. Where you from?" She asked.
"Tell me about yourself first," I said. My voice was still hoarse.
She sat next to me and took a bite of her bread.
"My name is Harper, you?" she smiled.
"Harry," I said.
"Harry Styles. I heard about you a while ago. So, where ya from?" She asked.
"UK," I said.
"Nice," she said. "Why are you locked up in Maynard and not in another institute?"
I looked up at her. Her dark brown eyes were a bit fearful.
"Do I scare you?" I said.
"No. I mean yes, a little. You're not afraid to kill women so I'm going to keep the conversation short," she said.
"I don't kill women," I said.
"Oh yes you do. Didn't you kill that girl's mother and then you stabbed her?" She said.
"Stop saying it like that," my voice raised.
"Sorry," she said.
Somebody gave me a tray and I picked up the bread and started picking it.
I looked straight ahead at Scarlett.
"What a waste of food," Harper said.
"Then eat the bread off the floor if you're so damn hungry," I said.
Harper was surprised at my tone of voice so she grabbed her tray and walked off to another table.
I looked at Harper when she sat down and her face looked sad. I didn't mean to talk to her like that but it bothered me when people told me what to do.
I picked up the fork and played around with the mash potatoes. It looked nasty anyways.
After playing with every single item on the tray, they finally let us go to the common room.
The guards grabbed me and I saw as everyone walked towards the room, that I was one of the few who always had to be constrained.
I walked into the room and it sounded like a French song was playing.
Everyone went to their own spots. Casey went back to banging her head on the wall and Adrian went back to eating his fingernails.
I sat down on the couch. Harper was sitting on the couch across me.
She flipped through the magazines and I laid back.
Across the room, there was a girl singing along to the song. But there was something weird about her.
Then, I realized she was scratching her arms as she sang.
I swear I was the only normal person here.
Harper looked normal to me but I wonder what she did.
"So, what did you do?" I asked.
Harper looked up and then got up to sit on my couch. I sat up and she sat down.
"I pushed my friend in front of a train, nothing crazy," she said smiling.
"That's not normal," I said.
"Her blood was all over me it was crazy," she was still smiling.
"Stop smiling," I looked at her seriously.
"I can't stop smiling. You're hot," she said.
I didn't know what to say. She said that out of nowhere.
"Um, thanks..." I said.
"You know what's even hotter? You're twisted and mysterious," she said.
"Thanks Harper," I said.
"I'm surprised some nurses haven't fell in love with you," she said.
"They're scared," I said.
"I would let you hurt me all you want," she said. I looked around surprised.
I was starting to think that maybe Harper was saying random things because she was crazy.
"You are wild," I said.
"Just a little," she said.
END OF CHAPTER.