Sedate The Mental //Larry Stylinson//

Chapter 3

*Louis*

I whimper in the corner of the room. Sasha and Kathy storm out, slamming the door behind me.

After my IV was done, Sasha and Kathy took me to a cell, claiming that "it will help me learn my lesson", but I refuse to listen.

All of a sudden, there's a deep chuckle coming from the ceiling. Trembling, I slowly look up.

And scream.

A boy with black eyes (no pupils or white part of his eye), extremely pale skin, tattered clothes, bare feet, blood and black smudge all over his body, and let's not forget the freaking ax in his hand. He has a grin on his face, brown floppy curls for hair.

"H-H-Heeeelllloo-oo-oo." He coos. I shiver. His words hiss, like he's a snake or something. He lands down in front of me, and I scream again. In seconds, he's in front of me, clamping his hand over my mouth. I shiver again at his cold touch.

"Let's not scream, yeah?" He whispers, leaning in towards me. His breath smells like blood. I shudder, trying not to gag.

"Please don't hurt me!" I squeak. He smirks, gently stroking my cheek. I almost feel comforted. But then I see the ax, and remember that he isn't normal, and probably wants to kill me.

"Don't worry about that right now, alright babe?" He kisses lightly under my ear. I gasp. "Shhh." He shushes me and gently rubs my back. I close my eyes. Did he just read my mind? Gulp!

"Get some sleep." He whispers. I don't know why, but I want to obey him. I find myself nodding and drifting away.

The last thing I remember, is falling asleep in the stranger's arms.

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I slowly open my eyes, feeling a bit sheepish. I look around, and see that I'm still in my cell. But the boy is here.

I slowly turn around and see him in the corner with his arms crossed. When he sees me, he walks over to me, causing me to start shaking. He smirks.

"Hey babe." He says smugly. My cheeks redden and I look down. "My name is Harry. Harry Styles. Sound familiar? You know, when you replaced my spot here?" He says the last part bitterly, which leaves me confused, because I don't remember any of that. I slowly shake my head.

"I-I don't r-remember any of that." I stammer. He glares at me.

"Liar!" He shouts. He jumps up to the corner of the ceiling, causing me to jump. He walks on the ceiling hanging upside down, as if it's nothing.

"I-I swear!" I stutter. He lands down in front of me, causing me to scream. He lifts me by my shirt and throws me across the room. I groan in pain when my head comes in contact with the floor.

"You ******* *********!" He curses at me.

"I didn't do anything! I p-promise!" I sob. He comes closer to me. I like the way he was before better. He was nicer. Now, he's acting more like his true form.

A demon. Or maybe the devil himself.

"Tsk tsk tsk." I shudder and the sound. "I swear Tomlinson. I'm gonna make your life a living ****." I whimper and back away. He steps closer. And closer. And closer...

"Please don't hurt me!" I sob. "Please I don't know what I did wrong!" I can barely breathe, has he walks over and stands directly in front of me, our noses almost touching. I whimper and try to back up, but instead I hit the wall. I let out a sob and fall to my knees.

"Weak." I hear Harry mutter. "It should be fun to kill you." He smirks. I shudder and slide down until I'm lying down on the floor.

"Go away." I whisper weakly. He suddenly kicks my side harshly. I cry out in pain.

"Don't you dare tell me to go away, do you understand me?" I stay still, my side stinging. "I SAID, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He slaps me across the face. I scream. Why isn't Kathy or Sasha coming here? Can't they hear Harry yell? Or maybe they can't. Maybe I'm more insane than I thought.

"I'll be back." He growls. "And I'm gonna torture you like there's no tomorrow. And for you, there won't be." He smirks and turns away.

"P-Please..." I struggle to get out. He glances back at me, staring deep into my soul practically. I shiver and look away. But my eyes are so droopy, and I just have to close them.

Closing my eyes, I take deep breathes to try and stop the pain. But nothing will work. The pain is still here.

I start to drift into a deep sleep. But as I do, I could have sworn that I felt something cold stroke my cheek. Then I entered darkness.

A.N. No he's not dead. Lol :D Please vote and comment! Thank you! I love you all so much and thank you for reading! Byee! :) xx

~Nia~ :D