𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

Chapter 42- Fragments

(A/N: *cracks knuckles* This is gonna be a long chapter to write...)

Alastors POV:

~ one week time skip~

They still haven't told me anything, I've been in this barren room for over a week and I feel my sanity slipping away from me.
I need to see her, I need her to remember me.

Screeeeeeechhhh

The door slid open and my eyes tightened at the bright lights that shone through. I looked down and a guard was holding a straight jacket and the doctor behind him was unscrewing a needle.

"I'm not gonna do anything I promise, don't use that on me." I begged.

"This is what you get when you brutally murder someone and display their body in a horrific manner. You have shown us how brutal you can be and we cannot take ANY chances" The doctor exclaimed.
"Back against the wall, hands behind you."

I complied and prepared myself for the injection. I hated it my head hurt and pounded so much when I wake up from it.

At least I'll be out of this dreadful room.

My face felt numb, my body was heavy and my vision blurred.

"I can't wait to slaughter every. single. one of you" My speech was slurred.

"Alastor, that's never gonna happen." The doctor whispered in my ear.

~time skip~

I woke up in a straight jacket, laid down on a bed.
My vision was blurring in and out but finally came back.

This isn't my usual room?

This room was bigger and there was a long, wide mirror covering the wall in-front of me. I felt like I was being watched. I sat up in the bed and examined the room more.

Doctors POV:

I didn't believe y/n at first but her whole character has changed completely.
She is now more calm and content, there is no need for restraints or medication. She seemed...normal?
She listened to us and she was genuinely nice. It was strange, she didn't recognize Alastor at all. Her memory's were fragmented.

Unfortunately we don't know much about her past so we don't know how much she has forgotten. I decided to talk to her today about that. We have let her roam free around the building but obviously she always had someone watching her, she has been perfect and compliant for a whole week. 

Her personality was more upbeat and she loved reading and writing. All her stories were jumbled up though, it seemed her writing ability has gone away. Interestingly, she would have a few minutes of pure panic then suddenly bounce back to her 'usual' self.

I opened the 'free zone' door and she was kicking her feet reading a book on the floor.

"Hello dear, what are you reading?" I smiled and kneeled down next to her.

"The great gatsby! It's a really good story. Sorry to ask but why are you here?" She asked.

"I have some questions I need to ask and I want to show you something." I replied with a reassuring tone.

"Oh okay." She sighed and sat up.

(You, doctor)