Insanity//h.s

chapter 2

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When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

••Cecilia••

I stared at the ceiling in a daze, my nightmares keeping me from sleeping. I could feel the cold pressing against my skin as a shiver traveled down my spine.

An indescribable feeling of fear ran through me when I heard heavy footsteps outside of my cell. I froze, seeing a figure shadow over the bars of the door.

'Your seeing things again' I thought, willing myself to believe it so my heart would stop racing quiet so fast.

'Or maybe there really is something there, maybe it's him...' My subconscious added, sneering from the back of my mind.

I thought about screaming, but who would notice? Even at night the piercing cries of patients echoed through the halls, and mine would be lost amongst the others. All I could do was wait for what was coming.

"Hiii." A deep voice I recognised spoke as the cell door was creaked open.

"W-who are you?" I stuttered, although I was almost certain I knew. I could just about make out the curly mob of hair resting on the shoulders of the heavily tattooed man.

"Er, I'm Harry." He whispered, looking over his shoulder warily. "Come on, we don't have much time."

I hesitated, remembering the boy from earlier that day. He was obviously deranged and whether I'd be safe with him was undermined.

But then he gave me a small smirk, and in that moment, I trusted him, I trusted the pierced psychotic boy who was stood outside my cell in the middle of the night.

So I went to the open metal door and allowed the freedom to wash over me as I took at step out of the room. Only when we began walking down the corridor did I shyly speak.

"Um so what are we doing?" I whispered, taking unsure steps that allowed his powerful strides to walk in front of me.

"Well, our first introduction was a little strange so what other way to make up for it then to appear to you in the dead of night and lure you out of your room until one of the guards catches us?" He replied, grinning widely. I stared at him, bewildered at his response.

"Wha-how did you get out of your cell and unlock mine?" I questioned him. His first day and already he's figured out how to break in and out of the cells. Regular patients couldn't manage that in years.

"Babe, we all end up here somehow." He winked, and instead of wondering what he meant by that, I blushed at his nickname for me.

"But what if we get caught?"

"We run, obviously." He said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "But besides we'll be on the roof by then."

"The wh-?" I shouted, but he put his hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"Shhh, yes the roof! Now come on." He ordered, uncovering my mouth and grabbing my hand instead. The feel of his hand on mine made me panic and I pulled back quickly.

This action made him stop and turn to face me.

"What?" He tilted his head to the side making his hair fall over his right eye.

"N-nothing. Just keep going." I told him, and he looked concerned but didn't mention anything else about it.

As he led us to the roof, I thought about what I was doing. In the middle of the night, I was running down the corridors of a mental hospital with a male patient who was extremely attractive.