Psycho (lashton)✔

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//Luke//

Oh god oh god oh god. This was happening. I had been wrongly accused of a crime I knew nothing about and I was judged as mentally unstable. Oh god. I was being thrown into a fucking mental asylum.

After my many many repetitive panic attacks during the court sentence, my pathetic excuse for a lawyer claimed insanity and I was handcuffed and taken away to Havershem. You see, the crime I had apparently committed was nothing more than being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Me and my friends just so happened to be there when there was a shooting, and people died. When I was knocked out, I was woken up inside a cell being told that I'd apparently killed someone who was the head of some kind of Mafia and this was 'the final link' to all the killings in our town. They thought I was a cereal killer.

When there happened to be no evidence to get me out of a prison sentence, my lawyer panicked and claimed insanity and that leads me to here.

I was being taken down a dark hall way after having just come around from all the sleeping drugs due to my struggles in the holding room and the handcuffs were cold against my skin, burning and singing marks and scars into my otherwise pale skin.

"No, no no please don't put me down here," I choked, barely able to speak as I was pushed down a corridor, water dripping from the ceiling, the only source of light being an eery buzzing fluorescent light flickering on the ceiling. All I could hear were screams, shouting, swearing, begging, pleading, hoarse moans and pleas for release and it made me feel sick to the stomach. I stumbled, the dizziness making my vision faded and cloudy, "I'm not mad! Let me go, please please please." I screamed, kicking at the guards as they shoved me into a cell and shut the heavy metal door.

You know when you're scared about something, for example, heights? Well my situation was nothing like that. What I was feeling was pure terror, and it was numbed by the 'calming' drugs they had used on me. My situation in its entirety still hasn't fully sunk in but all I knew is that I was stuck here. Shaking and breathing heavily, I balled myself up into a small caccoon as I sat in the corner of the cell and looked around at the minimalistic walls, the bricks broken and damp looking, making me want to vomit. I looked at the floor to see nothing but damp. Damp everywhere, even-

"Hey blondie," a deep, gravelly, sinister voice startled me and I whimpered, my breathing and heart rate increasing as I looked over to where the voice had come from to see a boy... no... a man... lying on the bottom bunk, legs crossed and staring upwards. Tattoos marked his neck and arms, his hair was a curly dark mess on his head meaning that I couldn't see his face but I could see the start of his jaw as he moved ever so slightly.

"H-Hello," I spoke in just above a whisper, "I-I'm L-" I started timidly.

"I don't need to know your name, blondie, and you don't need to know mine," the boy spat, turning over in his bunk.

He was scary and I was alone, wanting nothing more than to cry but I couldn't. I couldn't show signs of weakness. Not in a place like this.