He's Here//Z.M and H.S

ECT

☠EDITED☠

Please read my story "Blessing" (:

Guys I feel bad for Catherine

Chapter 3:

Catherine's POV:

I was scared. How could I not be?

What the hell is an ECT? What does it mean?

My fear was getting the best of me because of the fact that, that was yesterday.

It's 8:20 and I sit down on my bed, thinking.

Is it possible I did  kill my parents? Is it possible they are  apart of my imagination?

Wait, no! It's not possible. I know this, they're trying to make me doubt myself.

But, they found a piece of my hair and my fingerprints on the murder weapon. And they said I did a report on Zayn before I moved here. I don't remember doing so, but I was always on drugs and drunk.

But why now? Why would they charge me now? Why not when they were murdered? It's been years and now they come after me? That makes no sense. Maybe Harry or Zayn had something to do with it? Made them change their mind or go back and look at the scene?

I let out a scream in frustration and grab two fistfuls of my hair and pull. Letting go, I grab my notebook.

I scribble four simple words on the page.

"maybe I am crazy?"

I slam the notebook down and lay down, my head hitting the pillow. Next thing I know, I'm asleep.

I'm awaken by two male nurses grabbing me by the arms, harshly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hiss, as they pull me out my door.

They ignore me and continue to force me down the hall.

"Let me go!" I scream, trying to hit the one on my right. He just grabs my arm tighter and pulls me faster. "God, I need to speak with Dr. Jenkins! Where is he?"

"Waiting for you." The one on my left responds.

"For what?"

"Electro-"

"Shut the fuck up, Dan. No one wants her to freak out."

Electroshock. That's what they want to do.

Don't they need the patient's permission to do this now?

"You don't have my permission to do this. You need my permission!"

Dan looks sympathetic, "I know. But Dr. Jenkins sometimes breaks the laws..."

They push me in a room where Dr. Jenkins and Joanna stand.

"This is illegal." I hiss.

He shrugs, "So are many things, but it never stops people from doing them."

I screech as the two men push me to the small bed in the middle of the room, "No!"

I kick and hit, doing anything to not be strapped down. But they're stronger then me and Dan pushes me to the bed as the other straps my arms and legs down.

Tears stream down my face as I scream at Dr. Jenkins, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck-"

My insults are quieted when he places a white cotton thing in my mouth. "You better bite on this, or you'll bite your tongue off."

I scream and cry, trying to get anyone's attention to stop. He holds up a syringe, "This is a drug to make you sleepy, you won't be fully asleep. But it'll take the edge off." He explains as he injects it into me.

"Zayn, help! Please!" I scream, only for it to sound muffled. My sobs grow quieter as I feel the drug taking an effect on me.

My eyes are halfway closed as I see Dr. Jenkins rub some stuff on the sides of my head and place a metal thing with small cotton balls on the end.

I look in the corner of the room to see Zayn standing there, watching. My eyes avert back to Dr. Jenkins and as he turns the machine on next to him, the power goes out.

"What the fuck happened?" He groans.

"Looks like a power surge, Sir. We will not be able to proceed with the ECT." Dan replies.

I look back over to the corner sleepily, and watch Zayn. He smirks and winks at me, then he's gone.

Did he stop this?

"Take her back to her room. We'll try this again tomorrow." He sighs, taking off his gloves.
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Do you think it was Zayn? Or do you think it was really just luck?

Give me a rough estimate on what team you're on.

ZATHERINE

or

HATHERINE