the sunrise and your sins

𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒾'𝓂 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀

Arny

THE HERO

MIDNIGHT MEADOW PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

When I returned that night, the small window was closed and fogged over. Not only could nobody see out, but I couldn't see in, meaning that it was a big risk for me to enter straight away. I pressed my ear to the glass for a second, listening to the silence. I made the decision to tap the glass lightly a few times.

When there was no response, I pulled open the window, the cold air escaping from solitary. I slipped through, landing on my feet, hurting to replace the small padlock on the window.

"Osiris?" I whispered, turning around to place my knife and hoodie back into the hidden wall compartment.

The only response I got in return was a soft shuffling from where the beds were. I placed the stones back and made my way over to her. There she lay, the covers half down her back, her dress was pulled up past her thighs and her arms were tightly hugging the bottom of the pillow, her head resting on top.

"Sweetheart, I'm back!" I whisper shout at her, only for her to snuggle further down into her pillow, if possible, gripping the pillow harder.

The sun was coming up now, and the burnt orange that was painted in the sky, made her once healthy skin go from pale to a slight orange colour. With a small smile creeping on my lips, I pulled the thin covers off of her legs, pulling them all the way up to her shoulders. Letting it comfortably wrap around her and flow over her sleeping. Who would have guessed she is actually cute when she isn't saying anything?

The door of the cell swung open, pulling my vision away from the sleeping Osiris, and the light from the hallway lit up my figure, casting a protective shadow over Osiris' sleeping body. I placed my hand firmly on the mattress below me. In the doorway stood Dr. Papa along with two bodyguards. My heart rate immediately.

"Oh, um, what's up?" I ask, trying to sound as casual as possible.

"Arnold. You're up. Excellent. I would like to have a word with you in my office if you don't mind." The doctor requests and I hesitantly look at Osiris again, "your girlfriend won't miss you too much. Now if you don't mind, it's urgent."

"You watch your mouth, William," I smirk, standing up fully, making my way over to the guards so they could handcuff me and take me out of the cell to follow Dr. Papa.

They lead me to an office on the same floor as solitary. When we entered the room, the pocket of heat contained within the office hit me in the face and my cheeks flushed with the change in temperature.

"I'd offer you a drink, Arnold, but you don't deserve such luxuries," Dr. Papa, taking his seat in his office chair. "Sit down."

I sat in front of him, like a naughty school child, watching as the doctor fiddled with his thin writing pen, with the other he picked up what looked like a file, and began to shake it at me.

"The number of punishments we have given you in the short time you have been here is unacceptable," Dr. Papa began, shaking his head, "you've only been here a few years, and yet we have given you over 200 punishments! Something must be done to stop your behaviour, and teach you a lesson, or, we'll be forced to resort to more drastic measures."

"Oh yeah?" I mocked, "Is that a threat? What exactly are you going to do to me, huh?"

"I hate to be the one to tell you this. Arny, but one more slip up from you and you'll; be forced into shock therapy." William leaned back in his chair smugly.

"That's illegal." I hissed at him.

"Technically not. Since we have a permit." The doctor raised his eyebrows at me, leaning forwards again. "Listen, Arnold, we don't want to do this to you as much, if not more than you don't want this to happen to you. But, it is regulation with bad behaviour. So, I suggest you start acting accordingly.

"Well," I began, feeling rage build up within me. "I suggest you tell Hulk Hogan over there to remove me from the room before I do something violent."

Dr. Papa took in my shift in emotions, my furrowed brows, my red face, and, behind my back, my fists were clenched so tightly, I was sure that there would be half-moon indents from my fingernails being pressed into my palms. He and I both knew I would bubble over.

"You heard the man." Dr. Papa nods in agreement.

Before I knew it, I was escorted quickly out of the room, being pulled along by my shackles. We headed straight for the recreational room instead of back to my cell with Osiris. After I had entered the colder atmosphere of the room, I instantly felt much calmer. My shackles were removed from my wrists and I headed over to the back of the room, rubbing my wrists lightly, waiting for Osiris to wake up.

I grabbed the book closest to me and placed the phone within the pages, texting Danny about the plan of escaping. Just as I had hit send, something else grabbed my attention. The sounds of yells and shrieks were faint and coming from the corridor. The sounds of thunderous feet grew louder and louder until finally, the door burst open and a very wild and animalistic-looking Osiris burst through the door, her eyes burning with anger.

That was until they landed on me.

Her tense body went limp. Her eyes went wide. And her lips parted ever so slightly. I became confused and worried as my eyes scanned her. Our eyes met for a brief second before Osiris was knocked off her feet by one of the guards.

My body reacted upon instinct, standing up, and flying over to the scene. Yet, Osiris had already been dragged away, screaming and shouting all the way.

"Osiris!" I yell.

My body was pushed back by one of the guards, one taking a hold of me, taking me back to solitary confinement with rough and urgent hands. I was thrown to the ground, and as soon as the door was slammed shut, I ran over to the secret hole in the wall to retrieve my knife and toothpick.

I was not going to let her suffer.