my obsession [ isaac foster x reader ]

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After ten sessions I was sent to a mental hospital.

I was there to recover from the trauma I apparently experienced. I agreed to stay there for a few months. I wasn't ready to go back home alone after all those events.

The first day there they gave me a key to my room. Since I was over 18 years old I could go for walks outside the mental hospital alone. My room was on the first floor and it was the plainest room ever. White walls, one bed and a closet. Nothing more.

After a talk with my therapist and group sessions I decided to check out the prison where Zack should be at the moment.

It took me a while to get there. I was going sign for visiting hours.

"Hello there, I would like to visit a person who's jailed here. Is it possible?" I asked the receptionist.

"Miss, do you realize this is a high secure prison?" she replied.

"I know. Is it possible to visit someone I know?"

"Sure. Who is it?" she sighed and started typing on her computer.

"Isaac Foster"

Her eyes widened but she kept typing.

"What's the relationship between you and Isaac Foster?" she asked.

"I'm his...girlfriend" I smiled.

I signed some papers and the receptionost lead me to a room. There were two chairs and a table. I noticed iron bars behind the window. I took a seat on one of the chairs.

"Wait here, please" she said and left the room. After fifteen minutes two jailers brought Zack in the room. He was wearing that orange uniform. They removed his hancuffs and left the room. There was a camera in the corner of the room. As the jailers were leaving one whispered "Good luck" in my ear. I didn't understand why.

"I don't have a girlfriend" Zack growled.

"That's not the point" I crossed my arms "I'm so happy to see you again"

"Why the fuck would you lie about being my girlfriend?"

"Oh. This. Do you think they would let me see you if I said, I'm the girl who everyone thinks you kidnapped? Don't think so" I explained.

"Ugh! Guess, you're right!" he spat angrily.

"What's wrong?"

"Why the hell would you come here?"

"Because, I wanted to see you. I wanted to know how you're doing. Y'know, back in the building you told me something like we should continue together after we leave that hellhole... I missed you"

"Well, you can see how I'm doing. Where have you been so long?"

"In a hospital and I'm currently in a mental hospital. You would be surprised how close it is to this prison" I exclaimed.

I was excited to see Zack after so long, but he didn't seem to have interest in talking to me.

"Fine" was all he said. It was more like a sigh which bothered me.

"I guess I should go" I stood up but he grabbed my wrist.

"I missed you too" he said as he tightened the grip on my wrist.

Suddenly my heart started to beat like crazy.

HE MISSED ME! HE FUCKING MISSED ME! OH MY GOODNESS!!!!

"But don't come back" he let go of my wrist.

"Why?"

"That doesn't matter right now. I told you to not come back and you won't come back. Understood?" he sighed.

"Yeah" I sighed "How long is your sentence?"

He was quiet.

"Zack-"

"I've got a fucking death sentence!" he yelled.

"Oh..."

"You should go, now" a cop told me.

I walked out of the room. Only knowing Zack missed my presence was sweet but what if I'll never see him again.

I came back to the facility and went straight to bed. I had so much on my mind.

The next day went as usual. Months passed and I did as Zack wanted and didn't visit him anymore. I could only hope he was alive. It was my last week here before I got to leave.

"Hey" a random girl approached me in the hall as I was walking into the therapist's office for evening sessions"Aren't you the girl who got kidnapped by that serial killer and somehow survived?"

What? What makes people think he kidnapped me?!

"He didn't kidnap me!" I snapped.

"You don't have to worry now, he's going to die tommorow"

"What?"

"Didn't you watch the news? He got a death sentence and he's going on an electric chair tommorow" she said with a cheerful smile.

No! He can't die yet! She's just lying. Why would she say something as screwed up as this.

"Why would you say that?"

"To make you feel safe. What's wrong?" she said. She sounded so confused like it wasn't obvious how unhappy I was with that information.

I went into my room and laid on the bed. After five minutes I realized that he is really going to die and I can't do anything about it right now. I started sobbing. My eyes were full of tears. As I laid on the bed I looked out of the window.

What a beautiful moon.

It was blue and it looked exactly like the moon in that building where I met Zack.

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