Fear of the Dark, Fear of the Dark
Run. That's what they say to do, run away and never come back. The voices are taking over, mobilizing into your body, and searching for control. The control is an illusion. The voices, they want you to think they are in control, but the are not. The voices are harboring minds, controlling them, or at least, that's what they want you to think. Destroy, destroy, destroy. More destroying and more gaining control, responsibility seeping through veins like a hurricane, a non-ending rainfall that only you know the cause of. The voices are taking over, but the question is what exactly are they taking? If they aren't taking control like they want you to think, then what are they staling? My mind and body, betraying bastards that can't put up a fight against the monsters. The voices inside my head are taking over, telling me that I am in danger. In a sense, I am. These monsters are taking over and my body doesn't know how to respond. The voices are demons, and I try to get rid of them. But I can't drown these demons, for they know how to swim. These voices have reached their goal, only it's not the control they were looking for, for it was the illusion of control.
I put my broken pencil down, taking a beep breath and leaning my head back. I close my beaten up, olive green, more like brown know, journal, tucking the pencil inside of it. Writing is the only thing I can do. I feel suffocated in between these walls that seem to be closing in. Burrington Manor is a hell hole, a horrid place that seems worse than hell itself. I don't belong here, seeing as I didn't commit this misdemeanor.
I hear the doors slam, and I pick my head up to see Laine, a captivating young blonde who looks endearing when she blushes. I love maddening her, which I probably shouldn't. I have just met this beautiful girl, and I should probably stay away from her, but I can't bring myself to do it. Laine is just so compelling. Something is drawing me to her, and I haven't exactly figured out what it is yet.
Acting on impulse, I stand up, walking over to her. She's sitting next to a blonde male guard, who is continuously sending contemptible glares at me. Her back is facing towards me, which gives me the perfect chance to sneak up on her. I sustain my walk again and as I reach her table, I sit soundlessly on the table next to her, leaning in close and whispering in her ear, "Well hello again, Laine."
She jumps, turning to me with trepidation in her eyes. I smirk, "Aren't you going to say hello back, Ms. Richards?"
"Hi." She mumbles quietly, seemingly trying to avoid my gaze.
The blonde guard next to Laine clears his throat, turning to me, "You do know you are forbidden to talk to staff members, correct?"
"Niall, stop." Lane says, turning to look at the guard.
"And what am I doing wrong, Niall?" I ask, his name slipping out of my mouth with harshness, leaving an acidic taste in my mouth.
He looks taken aback and dumbfounded. I smirk at how piteous he seems to be, "Nothing at the moment. But you do understand that you are to not associate with anyone beside other patients, right?"
"I understand just fine, Sir, but do you think that is going to stop me from consorting with the personnel?" I ask him, simpering at his ignorant way of trying to get me to stop socializing with Laine. I move closer to her, seeing her bright, baby blue eyes gazing up at my face. I grasp her waist, resting my hand on her hip.
"Get your hand off of her." The guard says, hand in his pocket, probably grabbing the sedatives guards are authorized to carry around. I witnessed one of the female patients get sedated when she was attacking one of the male patients. After the guards sedated her, I saw that the guards had sedatives in their pockets for easy access.
"And if I don't?" I ask, peering over at Laine, seeing her pleading eyes silently telling me to just drop it.
"I'll sedate you. You're unstable around women, seeing as you skinned four of them. You're dangerous and incapable of help." He replies, a prod smirk on his pale face.
"You little - " I start, but am cut off with an ear-piercing, high, squeaky whistle blowing in one of the patient's face. Ms. Narciss is at the other end of the whistle, her wrinkled hands enclosed around the tiny, silver whistle.
"Recreation and dining time are over! Get back to you're cells!" She yells, looking directly in my eyes and smirking, her piercing gaze letting off an impatient vibe.
"Better get back to you cell." The blonde guard says, simpering in victory. Oh, this isn't over.
"Go before you get in trouble, Zayn." Lane says shyly, turning to me and giving me a slight grin. I nod, turning away from her and walking towards Riley, my escort back to my personal cage. I look back, seeing the illiterate guard pulling Laine away, through the doors and out of my view until the nxet day.
A/N So you get a look in Zayn's mind! Hope you guys liked this! Like, comment, favorite.