the sunrise and your sins

𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃

Osiris Idona Reine

MOST PROTECTED PATIENT?

MIDNIGHT MEADOW PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

My night was peaceful in my new, clean cell but the feeling of Arny not being in the room with me was strange. I had grown used to hearing his soft breaths and the creaking of the bed frame as he moved. Not to mention I missed our small conversations, giving us both a break from our thoughts.

The voices that normally came up with sinister plots and evil ideas were silent, leaving me all alone in this empty room. I assumed that they were angered by the fact that we were still locked in this room, unable to cause damage to anything; unable to commit any more murders.

Everything was extremely quiet today, the normally very loud recreational room had a deafening silence throughout. The people that were either moaning and groaning or muttering out loud to themselves were silent as if they'd been drugged up as if their voices had been made silent.

The guards pulled me by the top of my arm, my wrists no longer had to be bound together; it appeared as though I was trusted enough to walk freely without them. I also was free to roam about the recreational room as I so pleased, without the need to be tied to the metal frame of the chair. The guards left me alone as soon as we entered the room to supervise the others like usual. There was some soft, classical music playing in the background - presumably to calm the other patients.

The other patients here weren't like me, they weren't like Arny either. Both of us had full control of our thoughts and actions. My brain was fully active, thinking. The other patients just walked around the room doing nothing. They didn't really talk either. I didn't know if the medication did that to them, or their conditions, either way, I didn't want to find out. As I walked further into the room, I looked at several of the patients. Some were staring at the ceiling, others mumbled to themselves, rocking back and forth peacefully. One or two just stood in the corners staring at the wall not interacting with anyone or anything.

This whole scene did make me wonder how they were a danger to themselves if none of them were doing anything. I just about understood why Arny and I were locked up. We were crazy killers. But these people were calm, collected, and probably haven't killed anyone. If they didn't talk to each other, how would they talk to any of the doctors, let them know what they're thinking, or how they are feeling. The whole thing confused me immensely.

I carried on walking into the room, lost in my thoughts about how these patients have been wrongfully put away. That was until my body collided with something hard. Something that was keeping the patients calm. Scattered across the floor, undamaged was the record player. The old wooden frame lay on its side, untouched. But the record that was once playing on the player was now smashed into tiny pieces.

The room had gone completely silent. Within seconds of me knocking the player on the floor, the mood had shifted completely. The air was now filled with screams and moans of several patients. Their fragile bodies were frantic around the room, trying to find peace and tranquillity once again.

Something started to hit me in the back of the head repeatedly, all the blood rushing to the tender spot that was being pummelled. Flinching out of the way of the attack, I turned around to see my attacker. It was a small middle-aged man, who was rather distressed. His fists were thrown viciously at me, his body then crashed into mine, sending us to the floor. His hands continued to swing at me, hitting my face repeatedly. Before I could even process what was happening, my foot was brought up to the man's chest. I pulled all my power into that kick, sending the small man flying off of me. I leaped to my feet quickly, hands at the ready. I moved my hand up, feeling the wet blood with my fingertips. I wiped my nose on my sleeve and moved towards the patient again.

Kill him.

Before I had a chance to obey the voices in my head, a figure flew at the man from the other side of the room, surprising both the other patient and myself. The man was knocked into the wall with huge hands. Arny was glaring at him and huffing heavily in his face. His eyes were filled with fire as the rage consumed him. He ignored the man's screams and protests against the wall.

"Never." He growled in the man's face, "touch her like that again."

The shrieks kept coming from the man, but the other patients had died down. Some more soft music had started to play, keeping the rest of the patients calm. There was another danger, several footsteps started approaching the scene. As the guards got to us, multiple pairs of hands ripped Arny from the man on the wall. The small man stopped shrieking and made his way back over in front of the small television on the wall, his slippers tapping softly on the marble floor. The guards struggled to pin Arny to the wall to restrain him as he was moving around so much, his arms and legs thrown in opposite directions to one another.

I knew I couldn't sit there and let Arny be punished for helping me out.

"Woah boys," I soothe, "take it easy. You're not being fair, Arny was only helping me out from an attack."

"Miss Reine, I can assure you the man who caused your injuries will also be punished." The guard reassured me.

I chuckled darkly, placing my hand on one top of the guard's arm, stroking the muscles. This caused the grip on Arny to loosen slightly.

"But don't you think that punishing Arny is rather harsh? After all, he did break up a fight." I pout flirtatiously, batting my eyelids.

"Arny may have damaged the patient mentally. He may have caused the man trauma or worsened his treatment. You have to understand, Miss Reine, Arny needs to be punished. He cannot go on solving his problems with violence." The guard explained.

"Well, surely you can make it a little less harsh. Considering I could have died." I continued to stoke his arm until the grip that held Arny to the wall had completely gone. The criminal was standing up straight behind me, as though he was protecting me.

The guard's eyes flicked between Arny and me. He took in our positions. I knew he took in the strength and power that Arny was giving off.

"Fine," he breathed, giving into my seductive requests. "I'm assigning you both kitchen duty tomorrow. You'll clean the whole room and the dishes, instead of a more physical punishment."

"And why am I being punished?" I placed my hands on my hips, my voice deep and demanding.

"Well," said the guard looking me up and down, "you also assaulted another patient. Or if you'd rather I can talk to one of the doctors, get you to be put back in the chair." He frowned.

I grunted and glared at the guard, looking him up and down. Deciding whether or not I should attack him. I decided against it, for fear of being put in that dreadful chair; the moment's satisfaction I'd get would just seem pointless in comparison to the days, if not weeks of punishment that would follow. With a final glance at me and a small smirk, the guard moved away from Arny and me back to the other corner of the room. Leaving Arny and me alone in each other's companies.

"You know," Arny started, "a thank you might me good here." Arny smiled at me slightly.

"Okay." I said, looking at him up and down, "thank you." I grin widely at him, "for saving me the trouble of beating the shit out of him." I say sarcastically. "But what about the fact that I got you off with a light punishment?"

"Oh, right. Yes, I appreciate the fact that you're so much of a whore that you're specifically trained to make men unable to resist you." His grin was wide, but there was no sense of demons anywhere.

"To be honest with you, I prefer the term hoe." I wink at him