Harry's dark eyes bored into mine but I couldn't tell what emotion they held. He was angry though, I knew that much. For some reason I felt guilty, like I had been caught in an infidelity and I couldn't tell which of us Harry was more angry at.
"Hello Rose," he said once he knew I was aware of his presence, the greeting holding no friendliness whatsoever. "James," he said, nodding at the guard.
I actually heard James gulp as Harry acknowledged him, and he seem frightened.
"Is Brian back today?" Harry asked.
James shook his head no. "Still sick," he choked out.
"Well, this is going to be a fun walk back to my cell then, isn't it?" Harry said with sarcasm, jaw still clenched and a mocking smile playing out on his lips. I actually feared for James as I noticed the tension between the two of them, even stronger than before. Had Harry hurt James yesterday? There was no physical evidence on James' body, so probably not. But something definitely happened for their loathing to spiral; I would have to ask Harry about it later.
With both of them standing before me, I felt like a sinful wife. James seemed like my blissful escape and Harry the possessive husband of this scenario. I didn't actually do anything wrong, but for some reason it felt like I had. And I feared that James would feel the wrath of Harry's anger later if I didn't keep an eye on them.
I had to watch them vigilantly if I wanted to make sure James didn't get hurt. He seemed much friendlier than Harry and much easier to trust. He was kinder and had a warmth to him that was so inviting. His smile was endearing and his laugh was twice as much. Spending time with James was always easy and I loved every minute we were together.
But Harry was a different story. He was a tangled mystery that allured you in, making you want more than anything to solve his puzzle . He was a dark angel, it seemed. He was intimidating and smart, but there was something else there, too. There was a great light deep within him that he seemed to keep hidden, but I had caught glimpses of it shine through his dark curtains.
"Well we better go sit down before someone takes our table," I said as I realized none of us had moved, the tension of our silence not letting up. It was a dumb excuse to leave, really, but I was grateful when neither of them questioned it.
They shared one last glare before Harry turned his attention to me. "After you," he said, motioning for me to walk ahead of him. I gave James an apologetic smile and moved across the room to our table, simultaneously taking a seat and letting out a long huff.
Harry followed and took his own seat shortly after. He looked over his shoulder to probably make sure James was out of hearing range and then said, "What the fuck did I tell you, Rose? I said stay away from James and now you're going to a fucking fair with him?"
"Harry, calm down. And lower your voice," I commanded. "And stop cursing so much."
"I can curse whenever the fuck I want, thanks," Harry replied, no doubt just trying to piss me off.
"And I can spend time with James whenever I want, thanks," I retorted in a mocking tone.
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but I put my hand up to silence him. "And if you would let me finish," I continued, "You would know that it's impossible for James to be the killer, so there's no reason for me to stay away from him."
Harry's eyebrows were strewn together in either confusion or anger, I couldn't tell which. "Why?" he asked, still tense.
"Because, he wasn't even in the country when those bodies were killed. He was in America for his birthday."
"And how do you know this?" Harry asked. He still wasn't buying it.
"Ms. Hellman told me," I answered confidently.
He seemed at a loss for words, trying to fit in this new information. I could almost see the thoughts floating around in his mind as he tried to come up with ways to diminish my theory. "How do you know that's not just a cover up? He could've told Ms. Hellman that he was in America and then hid the bodies while she thought he was gone."
"That's a good point," I agreed. "But it's Ms. Hellman we're talking about. I think before she let someone take a whole week off she would look into it. Plus, if any of the employees saw him on the grounds during his week off they would know something wasn't right."
Harry sighed, looking down at his lap in defeat. It was almost like he wanted James to be the murderer. "Will you at least be careful?" He asked.
"Sure," I shrugged. "But there's no reason to."
Harry then looked up, and when His eyes met mine again I sucked in a sharp breath at their intensity. I was grateful I was sitting or else the jade color that consumed me was sure to make my knees go weak. "Rose, I'm serious. James might not be the killer and you might not understand this right now, but I know he's up to something. And whatever it is, I need you to be careful."
There was a familiarity in this conversation, and once again my heart fluttered with his care for me. With his gaze not letting me look away, the color of his eyes leaving me breathless, I could only manage a nod in response.
"But Harry?" I asked, finally finding my voice.
"Try not to kill him, okay?" My request was serious, but Harry only chuckled. He pulled out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips, lighting it and then slowly blowing out the smoke in his usual seductive way.
"So, what's on the agenda for today?" He asked, puffs of grey following his words.
I wasn't exactly comforted by Harry's response, but I felt like trying to stay on the subject of James would only add fuel to the fire. So instead my mind reeled with the many games we could play to fill our time. We could play cards even though the game would surely be forgotten, or maybe clue . . .
"Wait here, I have to get something," I told Harry, and stood up before he could say anything then rushed out the door.
I sat there awaiting Rose's return, wondering what she could possibly have to get. Whatever it was, I sure hoped she would hurry the fuck up. Because people were starting to stare. Or maybe they always stared but I just never noticed. Either way, they were looking at me. But nobody's gaze would ever meet mine, because as soon as I looked back at them their eyes darted away. The guards pretended as if they hadn't been looking altogether, while the other patients looked away as if I were Medusa and they couldn't meet my eyes or else they would face death.
They were afraid of me, and that's how it should be. There were just a few that would hold my gaze if I looked at them, though. Those were probably the tougher of the group. But even still none of them approached me or said a word.
Even though I was glad to be of the most feared in this ward, I couldn't help but wonder why. Why were these criminals afraid of me? Not that I was complaining, but it doesn't seem like someone who also murders, someone who also kills, would have reason to be afraid of me. I was just like them, or at least that's what the jury decided. So why are they threatened by a killer if they have the same capabilities? But then I realized that to them, they weren't crazy. They thought they were normal, didn't they? All of these people were convinced that they had logical reasoning for their crimes. That's what made them crazy; they furiously denied it even though the fact was obvious. They were considered mad for not seeing the truth, for not seeing that they were monsters.
And that's what sets me apart. I say fuck that; embrace your insanity. If people already think of you in the lowest way possible, then what have you got to lose?
All of the sudden my thoughts were broken by Rose's return. She approached me while holding something behind her back with both hands, but I couldn't tell what. Her dark hair was tucked behind one ear, her petite body adorned by her usual white uniform. And with an excited playing out on her pink lips, I had never seen anything more beautiful.
I thought she would present the item right away, but she was apprehensive. "What do you have there?" I finally asked when she didn't tell me herself.
"Guess," she said. Was she really playing this game with me?
I shrugged, having no idea.
"Guess!" she demanded again, and I was annoyed yet happy that she was letting her more playful side show around me. I gave in and played along, my mind reeling of ideas as to what it could possibly be. But then I came to a great realization, remembering our conversation from yesterday and the bet we made.
"Is it a chocolate bar?" I asked. When her smile only grew I knew that I was right. Holy fucking shit. My heart beat faster and faster as she slowly brought her hand from behind her. With each sliver of the dark shiny paper I saw, the more giddy I became.
I knew that it was foolish to get so excited over a chocolate bar, but you have no idea what it was like. I had to eat the blandest of foods with absolutely no flavor. It was just rice-shaped mush and water that tasted like rubber. I had almost forgotten what it was like to taste.
My tongue hadn't had even a glimpse of flavor in what felt like years. It was crazy to think how much we actually rely on simple things like that. Taste and clean clothes and privacy were small things that were so much a part of our lives that we barely even noticed them. We just expected those things.
But at Wickendale they were a luxury, only granted on special occasions. And now here Rose was, handing me what seemed like the most important thing in life at the moment; chocolate. I swear if I were any less of a man, my eyes would be swelling with tears. She smiled widely at seeing my reaction, placing the candy right in front of me on the table. Before I opened the deliciousness, though, I couldn't help but run up to Rose.
And I didn't fucking care if James was watching, as a matter of fact I hoped he was. I didn't care if I would get in trouble for this or what anyone thought. So I wrapped her in my arms and picked her up so that her feet were just barely above the ground. As I spun her around in my arms she shrieked in surprise, laughing while I spun us in dizzy circles. I couldn't be more happy that she brought me that fucking chocolate, my whole body buzzing with joy.
"Harry, people are staring!" She laughed, not seeming too serious. I finally set her on her feet, the grin on my face so wide it made my cheeks hurt.
We were only a few feet apart as she looked around her to confirm that everyone was watching, which they were. Her cheeks flushed as she realized that she had hugged a psychopath right in front of them. But she was still smiling.
"Fuck what they think," I said, noticing her embarrassment. Her smile only grew at my words and the flush on her cheeks slowly began to diminish. Her eyes looked into mine in a way that I have only been looked at once before, long ago. Her eyes seemed to actually be filled with awe . . . awe for me. She obviously doesn't love me, and I wasn't sure if she even liked me, but something in her eyes told me that she had a small adoration for me. It may even be just a glimpse of curiosity or a trivial fascination. But either way, that wasn't part of the plan. She wasn't part of the plan. But she was here now, and I wasn't sure what to do about it.
So for the time being I did nothing and just took a seat back at the table. "Rose, honestly, this is the best thing ever. Thank you so much," I said, changing my train of thought over to the chocolate. She sat down next to me and watched as I peeled back the wrapper like a child opening a Christmas present.
"It was nothing, really," she shrugged.
What happened next may or may not have been of some importance, but I wouldn't know. Because I was completely oblivious as to what was going on and was otherwise occupied by the world of chocolate. As the candy hit my tastebuds I shuddered from the pure goodness of it. The sweet and rich taste filled my entirety, a huge contrast to the awful food they served here. That was slimy and grey and disgusting. But this, this was good. This was like finding an angel in the middle of hell, but on a slightly smaller scale.
I let myself relish in the taste, devouring the bar before I knew it. But much to my dismay, the wonderful candy had eventually met its end. I looked down and it was gone, I had ate it in a matter of seconds. Rose was still watching with and entertained smile.
"You really like chocolate." She said, stating the obvious.
"Mmmm," I hummed in agreement, sucking the remaining chocolate off of my fingertips. "That was better than sex."
Rose just laughed off my comment, probably used to my sexual remarks by now.
"Seriously, thank you so much," I praised.
"No problem. You earned it; it must've been really hard to finally beat me," she smirked.
I liked her. She was innocent and naively curious, but she had a little fiery streak in her that never fails to catch my attention. And even though she can be bothersome every once in a while, I couldn't ask for anyone better to join me on the hell ride that was Wickendale.
I walked past the cafeteria doors to go retrieve something from another room, not thinking anything peculiar would be going on. But as I caught a glimpse of what was inside, I had to take a second look.
Because there they were. The tall boy had his arms wrapped around the girl as they spun in wild circles together, engulfed in sound of laughter. I had never seen anything like it; a patient and an employee giggling together as if they were the best of friends. And I shouldn't see anything like it.
These kind of things don't usually happen for a reason. Employee-to-patient relationships were strictly professional. But with the two of them, there was definitely something more. Something that could end up causing trouble. And I couldn't have this mischief disrupting the institution. So instead I would need to demolish it. I had to get rid of whatever it was they had with one another.
And that is exactly what I planned to do.
A. N. Hiii soooo sorry about the late update, my internet wasnt working and I couldn't upload the chapter until now :/ and I know it may seem like the story is dragging on right now but after the next chapter I promise it will really take off so keep reading :D
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"I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons." - Christopher Poindexter