Fear of the Dark, Fear of the Dark
"He's so tyrannizing, Ni. I couldn't even talk right in front of him." I complain to Niall, walking with him towards his new, yellow 1955 Ford F100 that his rich parents bought him for his birthday on September 13. Lucky bastard.
Niall sighs, "I don't think you should be talking to him, Laine."
I nod at him, not really paying attention to what he's saying. He opens the passenger side door for me, waiting until I'm say comfortably before he walks to the driver's side and opens the door, climbing in and closing the yellow car door. He starts the car, pulling out of the Institution and driving along the uneven road.
"I'm serious about you not associating with him. He's dangerous and untrustworthy." Ni says, breaking the silence.
I nod, looking down. We continue to drive on. Niall drives me home sometimes, like when it's too cold or he thinks it's too late and that I shouldn't walk to my apartment alone. Niall's like my older brother. We've known each other since we where babies. He's only a year older than me, and thinks it's okay to boss me around or tell me who and not to talk to.
I look up suddenly, "Do you think he did it?"
Niall gasps, "Why else would he be in a Mental Institution if he didn't skin four women, Laine?"
"That wasn't my question, Ni." I reply, avoiding his gaze.
His hands grip the wheel tighter, "Of course I think he did it. He's dripping with guilt. He's dangerous, Laine. You should stay away from that man. He could hurt you. He's clearly mental for thinking he could do that to women."
I sigh, looking out the window, admiring the way the leaves have changed. You can clearly see the brightness of the leaves in the vivid moonlight. I love Fall. Everything just looks so beautiful, the trees, the houses I walk by everyday that have their cute decorations out, and the way the leaves change and rest peacefully on the ground nearby.
I sigh again, allowing my mind to drift to Zayn. I don't know if he really did skin those women. He seems innocent but at the same time, his eyes say that he's guilty. I need to stay away from him. Niall's right, he could hurt me. Obviously he's not stable to be around women, but I can't help but want to talk to him more, figure him out. I need to stay away form, yet I need to be close to him. I'm torn.
Niall parks the car, startling me out of my thoughts. I look over at him and smile, "Thanks for giving me a ride, Ni."
He gives me a toothy-trim back, "Anytime, Laine."
I open the car door, stepping out into the chilly air, and turn around, closing the door and walking towards my apartment building. I spin around, looking at the ugly truck parked on the sidewalk and wave at Niall. He waves back, starting his car again and driving down the street, turning a corner and driving out of my sight.
The next day, I walk the familiar path to Burrington Manor, feeling a bit anxious for an unknown reason. I feel eyes burning a whole in my side, and I glance around, seeing nothing. It's strange. This morning, I awoke to my window open, and I knew that I had closed it last night. As I was getting dressed, I felt eyes on me again, but when I looked around, I didn't see anything. It's really disturbing.
As I enter the doors of the Asylum, I am immediately pulled towards the staircase that outlines the off-white walks. I turn to look at the person grabbing my wrist, and I see the gloomy eyes of Ms. Narciss once again.
"Hello, Ms. Narciss. Is there something I can do for you?" I ask her, trying to free my wrist from her, surprisingly, strong grip discreetly.
She nods, "I need you to go down to the basement and get the extra sedatives and gauss."
"Right now? Can't another nurse do it? I have to go help Jude-" I start, still trying to free my wrist. Ms. Narciss cuts me off.
"Yes right now! You need to go down to the basement now, Ms. Richards." She responds, looking at me with an odious glint in her eyes. I nod, glancing at my wrist. She looks down also, letting go of my wrist and shrinking her hand back, nodding towards the direction of the basement doors.
I walk towards them, pushing the light fray doors open, revealing the steps. Cautiously, I step down them, glancing back towards the door occasionally, fearing someone might close it and lock me in here.
I continue to walk down the steps, reaching the bottom where I feel around for a light switch. I find it, turning it counterclockwise and watch as two light bulbs fill with light. I continue walking towards the end of the room, confused as to why Ms. Narciss would send someone down here who doesn't know where to look.
Turning a corner, I resume on, seeing a shelf with the gauss on it. I walk towards it, grabbing two boxes and turning around, looking for the sedatives. I spot them around the corner, and I walk towards it, dropping the gauss on the floor on accident. I bend down to pick it up, noticing a dark substance on the floor that leads underneath the shelves. I stand, walking around the shelves and letting out a ginormous scream when I see what's lying in front if me.
On the floor laying next to the shelf, is Ella, the nurse that was talking to Niall yesterday, bloody, with multiple lacerations up and down her legs. I glance at her body, feeling hot tears spring my eyes, and see that her skin has been cut off on the upper half of her chest, leading all the way down to her arms.
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