Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 9

It had been two weeks since Alex had visited, and I hadn't yet recieved another.

I think I was banned from having anyone come visit because Dr. Harding had listed me in the Unstable Health Risk list, which meant I wasn't allowed to have a visit because I may be a danger or some shit.

Louis and I didnt really talk either; he knew what Dr. Harding was doing but refused to tall to me about it. During the night he'd have some weird arse conversation with himself, or more so to the voices in his head; and I knew he was talking about me half the time - as creepy as it was.

I've also had four electro-shock therapy sessions since then.

The shit was sending me completely insane, even more than what I originally thought I was.

I couldn't tell what was reality anymore, let alone build up the courage to speak out about what Dr. Harding was doing.

I am in pain for crying out loud. Have you had shock therapy on your head? Seriously? It makes me feel like my brain had fried and my jaw was buzzing.

And the nauseating feeling I have had afterwards? I haven't been able to stomach a full meal in a few days.

"Jason, you haven't spoken much after telling me about what happened between you and Justin," Dr. Horan cleared his throat, "Is there anything going on right now that you'd like to talk about? Maybe you have something bothering you?"

I shook my head a little while running my fingers along the leather couch, tired of being in this room, in this building, just to get over stupid feelings.

Dr. Horan sighed deeply, closing his book and turning off some tape recorder (I had only recently realized he recorded every therapy session he had)

"Can we be serious for a moment?" Dr. Horan stood up and sat beside me.

I scooted away from him, furrowing my brows, "How more serious can this be?" I muttured in annoyance.

"I need you to open up more, Jason." Dr. Horan pursed his lips, "You are in a mental facility, in a country you haven't even explored, because you attempted to murder your brother-"

"I didn't intend for him to die," I snapped, "Maybe I wanted him dead, but I didnt actually want to kill him."

"Then talk to me about it." Dr. Horan sighed, "You're looking at, what? A year maybe, being in here... if nothing improves, you might be transferred to a stricter facility, and if that doesnt work-"

"Why cant I just go to jail and do the time for the crime I committed?" I leant forward tiredly.

Prison really sounded like a sanctuary compared to being stuck in here with a bunch of nut cases, and a scary fucking doctor.

"People want you to be able to overcome what you're going through, they dont want to see a good kid go to jail for twenty something years." Dr. Horan stared at me with a frown, "Normally I need to be completely proffessional about my patients, but you need to open up or things will get worse."

I furrowed my brows, looking back at him, "What do you mean?"

"I cant say-"

"Tell me," I spat, "How fucking worse could this possibly get?"

Dr. Horan glanced towards the door, before looking back at me, "A certain Doctor isn't trusted in this facility.... but for some sick reason he still has a higher power in the job," he whispered, "Start opening up or he's gonna turn up the watts."

"You know about shock therapy, don't you?" I stared in disbelief at Dr. Horan, my stomach twisting unpleasantly.

"The faster you open up, the faster you can get out of here and be with your family." Dr. Horan stated, "Our sessions over, see you tomorrow."

I watched as he stood up, opening the door without another word.

How messed up is this place?

~

"I thought I told you about sitting in our seat?"

I glanced up at Zayn, before ignoring him and staring back down at some random book I picked up off the shelf.

It was about orangutans or something, and I found it somewhat entertaining to read.

Zayn snorted, sitting directly across from me at the table - I was surprised Louis and Harry weren't following him around.

"You just gonna ignore me?" He snapped quietly.

I turned the page over, staring at the picture of two baby orangutans hanging from their mother as she sat on some tree branch.

I cringed at the fact even though they're like monkeys or some crap, they looked happy.

"I can make your life a living Hell, Jason. Don't tempt me." Zayn growled.

I snorted, "It already is, now fuck off."

"It could be a lot worse," Zayn glared as I looked up at him.

"Oh? Please tell me how being stuck here with crazy people, not eating because the food is disgusting, and having to put up with psyco doctors could be any more hellish?" I challenged.

"I could just repeat to the nurse station that you haven't been eating and they'll use a pump to force feed you." Zayn pursed his lips.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Whatever, just leave me alone."

"You-"

"Its a fucking chair-Ugh, forget it. Have your stupid spot." I stood up, slamming the book closed.

Zayn stood up quite quickly, suddenly gripping my arm tightly.

I will admit its rather intimidating the fact Zayn was a few inches taller than my short-self.

"What are you doing?" I sneered through clenched teeth.

Zayn rolled his eyes and said nothing, before he was dragging me towards some broom closet.

I was insanely confused, but I wasnt going to get scared and cry or some shit. I'll break the dumb-ass' nose if he throws the first hit.

Author's Note; My tardiness on this book is very very very wrong I'm sorry.

Anyway, thought I should let ya know I am turning this story into boyxboy (Sorry if you didnt want me to do so but I feel more comfortable writing it as so.

The only thing is, I cant decide whom I was going to pair Jason with... I'll leave that up to you guys. The only people I will not pair Jason with is Justin, Louis and Harry, because I have better plans for them haha sorry.

Any who, thanks for reading! I will try to write the next chapter wayy more faster ahaha x

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