Psychotic (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

I was a little shaken up as I entered the nurses office. Harry's alluring yet threatening presence was still fresh in my mind. How could Mrs. Hellman have ordered me to go in that room with no protection, no guards, not even restraining the boy with handcuffs? He could have attacked me or raped me or ran out of the room at any moment and I would have been helpless. I mean I knew Mrs. Hellman said I would be around the patients more, but that was not what I had in mind.

I walked into Lori's office and found her in there helping a schizophrenic patient named Darla who had drowned her own baby.

"Hey, you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost," she noticed.

"No, I'm fine," I lied. I didn't want to be around patients right now, I just needed to clear my head for a minute. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said as I hurried out of the room.

"Okay but hurry back, we have do a check up today," she called after me.

I groaned. We have these days once every month where we check up on all of the patients' physical health. Not their mental health though, which I was most interested in. That was the psychologist's job.

I took my time in the bathroom, fixing my long, wavy dark hair and adjusting my uniform and whatnot. After I was done in the restroom I took a seat back in the office.

"Hey, you just missed the new guy, Harry," Lori told me when I got back.

"I can't say I'm sorry to hear that," I replied.

"Why, you don't like him?"

"Besides the fact that he skinned three women? He scares the hell out of me."

"Oh, I see. He kinda scares the hell out of me too, but so did all the patients at one point."

"Really? You always seem so comfortable with them."

"Yeah, well that's because you get used to them. Once you get to know them, you realize that they're not that much different from us sane people. They're just lost in their own minds." Then, more quietly she said, "Half of them shouldn't even be locked up in this prison."

"What do you mean?" I asked. They were all criminals. Of course they deserved to be locked up.

"Never mind, forget I said anything."

I was curious as to what exactly she meant by that but I decided not to press further. I worked with Lori for a few more hours, handing her supplies and keeping records or whatever else she needed. We didn't need to sedate anyone or call security on them yet, so that was good.

Once we had seen about half the patients, Lori turned to me. "Alright, It's time for our lunch break," she sighed as she immediately exited the room. I wasn't really hungry, but there was no way I would just sit in this office for an hour, so I thought I would do some exploring. I knew where most of the places necessary for me to do my job were, like the cafeteria and the patient housing wing and the employees lounge, but that was it really. And as you could see from the outside, this place was huge. I probably have only seen about half of the building. I couldn't help but wonder what was being held in the other corridors of the institution.

My feet echoed on the cement floor as I made my way down the long hallway to who knows where. As I walked I couldn't help but notice how old the building looked. It had been built about 40 years ago in 1912, but it looked ancient.

The place was quite eerie actually. It was a little chilly and it was dark. Despite the hundreds of patients and staff around, it felt lonely. I traveled along the stone walls for what was probably something like five minutes through a bunch of twists and turns, when I came to a large heavy door. It was made of metal and it looked like the entrance to a whole other institution. I could hear muffled shrieks and screams coming from the other side of the door. I looked up and saw grey lettering above the frame that read, "Ward C."

Part of me was curious as to what horrors were behind that door, and another part of me never wanted to find out.

I decided to keep walking and eventually came to another room. This entrance wasn't as big or secure, but was a little more secluded. There was no label telling me what it was, but I wanted to find out. So I turned the handle and stepped in.

I entered the room to find that it was a huge mess. Files and papers were in disarranged heaps on the floor. There were blueprints scattered along the walls and jars on the shelves of . . . what the hell was in those jars? I couldn't really tell. The liquid in the glass was old and foggy. My eyes traveled up to the blueprints. They looked like they were of different parts of the human body. Mostly of the brain, some of the heart and nerves, from what I could tell. One of them had something written on it in scribbled handwriting.

Test #309

Patient 20

Lila Darson

What the hell? I stepped over the numerous papers trying to examine another blueprint to investigate further, but I heard the door slowly creak open. I stopped dead in my tracks. I knew I shouldn't be here, and whoever just opened the door probably knew it too.

"What do you think you're doing in here?"