Fear of the Dark, Fear of the Dark
Niall grabs my wrist, tugging me towards the door leading back inside the Institution. He pushes open the large, mahogany door and walks in, closing the door behind him. "What'd you think? He look like a psychopath?"
I shrug, pulling my wrist out of his deathly grip, "Not really. But who's to say he's not crazy? I mean, after all, he did skin four women, Ni."
Niall shrugs, looking towards he entrance of the hallway. His eyes widen and he looks nervous and tense all of a sudden. I hear footsteps coming up behind me and feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn around and am quite shocked when I'm met with the hateful, emerald eyes belonging to Ms. Narciss.
"Nurse Jude requests your presence in cell 209 in the East Wing." She says quickly, giving me an impatient glare as I nod at her. She looks over at Niall, giving him a glare also before stalking away with her black veil bouncing slightly off her head, revealing her short, brunette hair.
"I better go, Ni. I'll see you at lunch." I say to my best friend, turning on my heel and walk down the hallway, hearing him shout an 'Okay!' before I turn the corner.
I walk down the hallway, hearing nothing else besides the steady clicking of my black heels hitting the wooden floor that is painted white. My heart starts to beat faster as I reach the cells near the East Wing. These are the men's cells, which startle me as I start hearing wolf-whistles and groans and screams. There are two wings in Burrington Manor Mental Institution that scare me, the East Wing, which is inhabited by the insane men, like ill rapists, mental murders, and any other insane men, and the West Wing, which shelters all of the deranged patients, like the self-cannibals, schizophrenic axe murders, and any other demented crime that has put all these criminals who pled insanity behind bars.
As I near the doors of the East Wing, I start to feel incredibly nervous. I'm terrified of all of these men, who wouldn't be? Their eerie, watching me with a menacing expression everywhere I go. I push open the white door with the words East Wing written at the top of it. I walk in, instantly feeling the harshness and the tension from the other patients.
I continue to march down the sinister hallway, aware of the eyes on me. 207, 208, 209. . . I read as I stop in front of the cell, seeing the door wide open. The Head Nurse, Jude Williams, is standing over a patient with an IV behind her back. She seems to be talking to him. As I step closer, I hear what she's saying. "Okay, so this IV I am about to put in your arm has a sedative in it, along with the fluids you need to help you stay hydrated. I am aware that you were sentenced here yesterday and you received no water, yes?"
"Yes Ma'am." I hear a confident voice reply back, a voice that I have never heard before. I step around Jude, and am met with non other than the smirking face of Zayn Malik.
I gulp. I am pretty surprised he's not in the West Wing, seeing as he did skin four women. I find that undoubtedly worthy of the West Wing. I'm also very surprised he's not flailing his limbs everywhere and screaming at the top of his lungs, saying that he didn't skin women and demand that he shouldn't be here. Most patients are trying to get up and leave when we try and sedate them to try to get them to calm down, but he's not. I scoff mentally. Brave this one is.
"Hello Jude. You needed me?" I ask politely, stepping to the other side of the gorgeous man's bed, knowing he's staring at me.
"Oh yes. I need you to hold him down to make sure he doesn't jump up when I insert the needle into his arm. I would use restraints, but I think Zayn here can handle a small pinch. Am I right, Zayn?" Jude asks, slightly grinning as she hooks the IV to it's stand.
"But of course Ma'am." He replies, locking his gaze onto mine and giving me another smirk.
"Go ahead and hold him down, sweetie." Jude says to me, looking at the needle and then disinfecting the tattooed arm belonging to the man who will not stop smirking and staring at me.
I nod at her, hesitantly putting my arm on his shoulder blade, feeling the rough fabric of the jumpsuit he's wearing. I feel Zayn watching me intently as I try not to look into his beautiful eyes. I blush a deep crimson under his gaze as I make sure he doesn't move when Jude inserts the needle into his arm. I look up, noticing with envy as Zayn doesn't even flinch as it goes in to his arm. I look away, fearing that I'm about to vomit as I feel my face pale.
I help out with giving shots all the time, but I never actually am the one giving them. I know it seems weird, a nurse afraid of blood, but I can't get rid of the fear. I've always been fascinated with insanity crimes, and what better way to learn more about them than work in a mental Asylum? The nurse's position was the only one open when I applied, so I push through my fear and bare with it.
Being a nurse isn't bad. Most of the time, I'm doing anything but actually nursing. I supervise the adult patient's lunch and sometimes I work reception. I sometimes also work with my good friend, Liam Payne, who is the psychiatrist, on getting patients to talk about their problems in therapy. The nurse's outfit is something all the women employees wear, even the ones working in the kitchen or front desk. It's mandatory even though I haven't got a clue why.
"You are free to go, Ms. Richards. Thank you for your help." Jude says.I notice Zayn's eyes fluttering shut. Damn, the medicine we use is powerful. I stand up from a kneeling position I must have gotten in when I helped keep Zayn steady, even though he didn't need it.
I smile at her, "Anytime Jude."
She grins and nods at me, a silent way of telling me I'm dismissed. I walk out into the dull, gray hallway and begin walking faster then I normally do to get out of the East Wing. I reach the doors again, this time pulling them open and stalking out, heading to the front desk to see where else I am needed until I go to supervise the psychopaths' lunch.
A/N Chapter 2! What do you guys think? Should I continue? Let me know! Like, comment, favorite.