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this story is getting CLOSER & CLOSER TO IT'S ENDING! :'(
BTW: I've been TRYING ((obviously failing)) at making my chapters longer since you guys wait for updates a lot, but basically I'm doing a terrible job. I've just been on these random cases of writers block just because we're nearing the end and I really want it to be good; I just don't yet know how to do that.
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I froze, the second I opened the door wide. There was no one inside.
...Where did Harry go?
He couldn't have left the room; it's locked in the inside so he can't escape. I ran inside and threw open his bathroom curtain. There was no sign of Harry here. I ran back to his bed. It seemed to be still unmade, which meant he was still here this morning when he woke up.
I noticed how I felt a small breeze ever since I entered his room. I turned around to where the cold air was coming from, and let out a loud gasp. I ran out the room, headed to the hallway and pressed the large red button lying on the wall. Sirens blasted through all areas, and I saw a small herd of Doctors and Nurses headed my way.
"Why did you press the button?!"
"This sound is causing a disrupt in all of our patients Nurse!"
"What happened?!"
"What's the problem?!" They all bombarded me with loud yells of questions.
"We're missing a patient!" I answered.
"What?! Who?!" One of the Doctors asked, pushing himself to the front.
Patient 258, Harry."
Everyone began dead silent, while the loud sirens placed in each wall's corners continued to blast loudly. We knew Harry hated it here, he was unsafe; reckless. But there was one thing we didn't know. Where he was right now, he could be anywhere.
Who knows where his heart will take him?
Harry's POV
I rented a rusty car from the car rental place a few miles from the Mental Institution. I didn't have to pay anything because the guy who went by the name, "Ole Rocky", who owned the place apparently knew the band because his daughter, Carissa (I remember she was in one of Liam's english class) and wanted my autograph so auction off. He seemed pretty honest.
"Take Greta, over 'ere." Ole Rocky called, slapping his hand down on the top trunk of one of the cars.
"Why? Cause she's the only one who still has a nice shade of blue that isn't faded or completely scratched?" I said.
"Ah, kind of." Ole Rocky smirked. "But also because she's the one who still works well, least chance of breaking down."
"You're really gonna give me your NICEST car?" I asked.
"Sure, you look like you really need it. And when a real man needs something, he needs a real good car to use."
I chuckled. "Nice quote, let me guess, Elton John?" I said sarcastically.
Ole Rocky grinned and threw me the car keys. I nodded, thanking him once again before getting inside and starting the engine. Rocky tapped against the window so I rolled it down halfway.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Whoever you're doing this for, I hope she feels grateful." Rocky told me.
"I wouldn't say that, I'd look kind of cocky-"
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