𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪 - 𝕊𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕓𝕪

𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒶

"Mkay, so we're trapped in a hallway that has a dead end with no way out? Lovely. Fucking love that." I say, walking up and down the hallway. I go to the dead end, running my hands across it hopelessly. I stop when I find a bump, and I trail my fingers upwards, finding another one.

"Hey, boys, do we have any tools in a bag somewhere?" I ask distractedly, still running my hands over the bumps.

"Yeah, here," Colby says, shifting the camera to one hand and passing me a little package of tools. I pull out a chisel and start chipping around the bumps. The paint starts slowly peeling and a rusty, crooked hinge comes into view.

"Oh, shit..." Sam breathes out, catching on.

"What? What is it?" Jake asks excitedly, bouncing around.

"Ivy found a door," Sam says, as the rest of the boys crowd around to look.

"Yeah, but it's locked and will take forever to get the paint off, plus I think they've put a thin layer of plasterboard over the top," I say, running my hands over the wall. I step back slowly, clearing the boys away with my hands.

"Ivy, babe, what are you doing?" Colby asks, but I put my hand up to shush him.

"Don't worry, I've got a plan," I say, hoping I sound reassuring.

"A good plan?" Corey asks nervously. I consider it for a moment.

"I have a plan," I say determinedly, and before anyone can stop me I launch at the wall, shoulder first, as I anticipate. What I did not anticipate, however, is the plasterboard crumbling under me and the door falling completely out of the frame sending me straight into the room. I land and roll over my shoulder, standing up and dusting myself off, because that felt cool as hell.

"Holy shit Ivy, are you okay?" Corey asks, stepping through the space where the door used to be.

"Yeah, but please tell me that was caught on camera," I say as the guys chuckle and Sam shows me the camera recording in his hands, having been passed it by Colby. I sigh in relief and look around, taking in my surroundings. It's a small room, much smaller than my room at home, and 3 out of 4 of the walls are plain. The fourth wall, the very back one, has filing cabinets against it, from the roof to the floor. I step towards it and hiss in pain when I put my weight on my left leg, so I glance down. There's a long gash running down it where I must have cut it on the plasterboard, and it's trickling blood into my sock.

"Oh ew. Which one of you is taking your shirt off?" I say as the guys look at me confused. I just gesture towards my leg and their eyes widen as they look at each other.

"Here," Colby says, taking his shirt off and giving it to me. I wrap it tightly around the cut and tie it, stopping the blood flow for now.

"There, okay. Let's crack open some of these cabinets," I exclaim excitedly, rubbing my hands together. The guys look at me worriedly, unmoving, and I just sigh and push past them.

"Um, Ivy, are you sure? That cut looks pretty bad." Colby says and I nod.

"Eh, she'll be right. Besides, if it starts to hurt I can always stop." I say as they just nod, so I pull open one of the drawers to the filing cabinet. In it are files upon files, all bunched together so tightly that they were hard to pull out. They have the tabs on top, labelled with a first and last name. In the cabinet I pulled open, all of the last names begin with D, and I pull one out to look at. 

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PATIENT: Max Donaldson
DOB: 02/07/1972
DATE OF ENTRY: 07/09/1978
DATE OF DEPARTURE: N/A
ILLNESSES: Irrational arachnophobia, absent seizures
TREATMENT: Harsh exposure, electric shock therapy, ice baths

NOTES:

Patient 132 (Max Donaldson) is being treated for irrational arachnophobia. Has been subject to sleeping in a room with nothing but spiders, having to eat spiders, and being pushed into spider egg sacks. To be trialled: trapping him in a box with only spiders. Resort to: Electric shock.

Patient 132 (Max Donaldson) is being treated for absent seizures. Has been subject to electric shock, and long flashing lights. Nothing to be trialled. Resort to: Ice baths.

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I slam the file shut whilst sucking in a deep breath, in disgusted shock. He was 6, and they used horrible, trauma-inducing methods to try and fix him. I knew about the treatments for seizures, but I've never read anything about being admitted to a psychiatric hospital for phobias. I look over to the guys, each one having picked up a file. I watch their faces change as they look up and I nod, confirming what they just read.

"Holy shit," Corey breathes out, shutting his file quickly. I nod somberly, knowing what he was talking about. In the corner of the room, dust flies, drawing my attention. I walk over slowly to find another filing cabinet that I didn't notice before. It's more modern than the others, and this allows me to easily pull it open. It isn't full at all, and only has 5 files, however, when I look at them closer I pale.

"Guys?" I say, my voice shaking with fear. "You need to come to see this."

A/N:

I am so sorry it's taken me this long to update but I've had absolutely 0 motivation, plus my internet has been shoddy, plus I've had tests. Updating days probably won't happen anymore, sorry, but everything's changing. ANYWAYS, vote, comment, and interact.

Thanks for reading!

Lots of love,
Nikki <3

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