I throw my belongings onto the bed and follow the same route. My feet are tired and my mind is still trying to wrap around the emotions of today. Isn't it illegal to like take someone from an institution unless given permission? I should probably ask Gerard about that. I'm not sure if rules have been switched since I've been put in there.
I roll over and I'm met with a pair of hazel eyes. "Comfy Sugar?" I scream and punch him in the face. Or try to at least, but he falls back before I meet his nose with my fist.
"Holy fucking shit! I could've hurt you!" I shout at him.
"You wouldn't have hurt me I would've healed it's fine. I figured you wanted a few questions of yours to be answered so I snuck in." He smirked then sat on my bed.
"So is this room actually my room?" I question first, it is a big house so the answer is obviously.
"Yes.. unless you'd like to move your belongings to a different room?" He purred, insinuating I'd move to his room. I gag jokingly and we laughed.
"Uhm.. how'd you guys get me out of there?"
"Weren't you there?" He asked mockingly, I rolled my eyes in a playful manner. "Kidding, but your mom told me to come and take care of you. It was her wish, I just answer-"
"What are you?" I question, interrupting him.
"Wouldn't you like to know. Now that's the end of this conversation. I'll leave you and your fantasies be now." He started to get up but I grabbed his hand.
"Please stay, I'm lonely here." I plead, I honestly just wanted him to tell me.
"We have tomorrow, get some rest and we'll continue this conversation tomorrow." With that he kissed my forehead and left the room.
"Goodnight Sugar," he said before finally exiting the room.
"Goodnight Gerard," after he left I never slept. My thoughts wandered and left me with no possible outcome of his being.
Frank said he was supposedly psychic. Maybe he is, or that's why he got sent to the mental hospital in the first place.
That's what I last landed on. Psycho's. I'm in a living space with two or more psycho's.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin. I feel unsafe.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐈𝐥𝐥 (g.w. x reader)
Mystery / ThrillerIn a mental hospital. The majority of your days you sat and played with your hands. Every once in a while getting notes from strangers. No one ever spoke to you except the caretakers. You never spoke to anybody anyway it was pointless for them. Unt...
