Asylum (Harry Styles fan-fiction)

Chapter 4

A/N - Hey everyone. I know that this story isn't very exciting at this very moment, but I'm working on it. I got couple of messages asking me if I am copying 'American Horror Story' and the answer is no. To be honest I've never seen AHS and I'm not planning to watch it anytime soon just because I want this story to be written by myself.

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Thank you xx

Chapter 4

Harrys POV

When I finished exploring this shitty place, I decided to see my room. I don't even care how bad this room will be. In two months I'm out of here.
You see... I'm not exactly mentally ill, that is one of the reasons why they move me around a lot. I have anger problems and I get a little bit too agressive sometimes but a lot of people who have anger problems aren't living in asylums. Basically what I'm saying is: I'm not mentally ill and when I will be 18 ( which is in two months) I'm out of here.

Just as I started walking up the stairs to my room, I heared loud screaming down the corridor. Not even thinking, my legs carried me to the place where the sound came from.
As I came closer to the room, the noise grew louder. When I pushed the door open my body froze.

Jordan was sitting on the floor with a band aid that I think came from her bruised arm, now around her neck. Her pale skin was turning blue and blood was coming out of her nose, while she smiled with a wicked smile and coughed.
" The fuck are you doing Jordan ?!" I shouted and run up to her trying to remove the band aid. " What are you doing?" I asked again, but this time it was more than a whisper.

She opened her eyes and finally took a breath. The next thing surprised me, not even saying 'thanks' she rested her head on the bed and started to laugh in psychotic, raspy voice.

This scared the shit out of me and I ran out of the room, looking for help.

" Someone ? I need help ! " I shouted all across the large corridor, but no one answered. " Fuck you !" I shouted again, nervously going through my hair with trembling fingers.

Jordans laughing grew louder and I walked back in. Her facial expression was unreadeble. Her eyes were crying and asking for help, while her mouth was laughing like someone is tickling her.

Finally a middle aged woman came in the room and looked at us very annoyed.

" Don't even look at her like that or I am going to snap your fucking fat neck in a minute " I growled and the womans eyes grew big in shock " I'm not even joking." I said again and the women finally started to do something.

Jordans POV

As I finally could breathe, exhausted I rested my head at the side of my metallic bed. Not even controling my body I started to laugh. I saw Harry panicking and I don't blame him, he is facing a killer. Ana loves when I feel weak, she always is here to laugh at me or hurt me in any way that is possible.

Inside I was crying because I'm tired of all of this and I'm ready to give up, but not Ana... she always is here, always.