"ALICE!" a voice called out.
My eyes shot open, my hands tightly fisted the bed sheets as I shivered in fear.
What was that? Was I dreaming? But why did it feel so real?
I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice the man in the room.
"Hey you okay?" The deep Italian voice broke me out of my thoughts......
Mr Bianchi?!.
○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○Alexander's POV
~Earlier ~
Pant
Pant
Pant,
I felt my body shiver, sweat trickled down my forehead.
Why me?!
I tried to snap back to my consciousness but he wouldn't let me. This time I could tell what he was doing.
Somehow I was conscious and at the same time unconscious. I could see, feel, touch and even smell everything but I couldn't control my body. It's like I was trapped in my own body bearing the sins of someone else.
I screamed as loud as I could trying to stop him but he didn't listen instead he became more torturous and deadly.
He wouldn't stop unless he was satisfied. Bringing me down as I tried to free myself.
Please make it stop please!!!
I begged and begged, sobbing hardly but that didn't seem to faze him as he continued on with his "experiment"
Thrashing my arms and legs to at least get a few breaths to myself seemed to only anger him as he slapped me hard across the face pulling my limp body towards the bed and harshly throwing me on it.
"Don't worry daddy's going to make you feel better" He sinfully smirked, lunging at me.
Before he could do anything else, I felt myself snap as I regained full control over my body.
Wait, what was that? What am I doing on the floor and how did I end up here?
The last time I checked I was in my room with— Alice!!
Quickly jolting to my feet ignoring the almost migraine I was about to have I quickly rushed out of the room.
"Alice!" I called out but no response.
"Alice!" But nothing, no sound , no nothing.
No, no, no, no, no this can't be happening not again.
I ran through the halls like a maniac in hopes of at least spotting her.
Rushing to her room I barged inside quickly scanning the room to maybe see her seated at her desk reading files or a book but she wasn't there.
Where are you? I hope I didn't— no, no Alexander relax you didn't do it, you didn't do it haha ha,
No, no....no maybe she's just gone for a walk yeah haha a walk.
I muttered useless encouraging words to myself.
I slid down to the floor, my back pressed firmly against the wall, clutching my head tightly as I felt my headache catch up with me.
No I-I don't ha....have the time for... th...th-this. Get the fuck up Alexander!
'You're useless, no one would want a used pathetic excuse of a boy like you'
'Just like your slut of a mother.'
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Mentality of The Heart
Genel KurguWhen a healer meets a man broken beyond repair, can she save him-or will he destroy her instead? Alice Monroe is a 24-year-old psychiatric prodigy, celebrated for her brilliance at London's most prestigious hospital. Known for her control and empath...