Psychotic

Chapter four

"They were shocking him and he was going to die! I had to do something!" Rosaline exclaimed. After the men had escorted her out of the room they told her to leave for a few hours until they could clear the press around the death of another inmate. So that is exactly what she did, she left and went to a small coffee café down the street.

"Yeah I know, what you did was okay. Darling, it's just that the man is dead and you were the one closest to him. A lot of this will be put on you," She had also called Miles the second she got into the café. She immediately explained everything that had happened to her in the pass few hours and begged him to come back down to stay with her.

"Just, please can you come down. Even better, you can move down!" All Rosaline wanted was something normal and safe in her life and Miles was just the thing to do that.

"You know I have a job here, plus you've met my mother. She'd skin me alive if I told her I'm moving again," Rosaline sighed and smiled as Miles laughed at his mother's craziness.

"Okay, fine but you still have to come down to visit. Soon," Miles agreed to her before they both said their goodbyes and hung up.

Rosaline hung around the café slowly sipping on her cup of coffee she bought after her phone call with Miles. She started wondering when she'd be able to leave or if someone was even going to tell her to go home.

She brought her cup up to her lips and was taking a drink when she almost choked on it. Over the top of her cup rim, she saw a man in a dark jacket and sunglasses. The jacket wasn't weird to Rosaline, but the glasses were. Why would anyone wear those inside, she thought.

Rosaline wasn't sure, because of the glasses, but it looked like he was watching her. He looked up as he waitress brought over his cup of coffee so Rosaline stood up and headed over to the door.

What confirmed her thought is the sound of someone standing up and heading towards the door after her. Her heart was racing but she wasn't going to be one of those stupid girls in the horror movies so she stopped and turned around.

"Are you following me?" She spoke with a firm tone to the man with the glasses.

"Yes I am," Rosaline was beyond shocked that he just admitted to it.

"We-well why?" She left the café and he followed after her.

"Because I was given an order," Rosaline instantly knew he was from the Asylum. Probably wanted to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. Like killing someone else.

She was going to reply with some snappy answer saying how she can handle herself, but his ear piece walkie started going off. He responded with a few 'okay's and 'I will's before looking at Rosaline.

"They said you can go home now," He nodded at her before heading to a black sleek car and climbed in. She stood dumb struck, she didn't need someone to watch over her and tell her what to do.

Rosaline went over to her car and drove home.

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"Today you will be assigned a cell. This is the one patient you are fully responsible for. You will still have to take care of other patients but you will be responsible for this one person. We only assign a nurse to a single patient when necessary. In this case, you will be watching over patient and cell number 347," Rosaline listens as the nurse, who she still had not gotten a name from, explained something about the patient in the cell. Some things about why he's in here and why he's so dangerous.

Then she led Rosaline down a hallway and to an elevator that looked too old to function. The nurse pushed the up button and a creaky door opened, then an iron gate. Rosaline had never seen an elevator so old. It went perfectly with the atmosphere. The nurse went in first and beckoned Rosaline to follow. She carefully got on, acting like it would go down at any moment like a ride at Disney World.