Five

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by dontletmefall99

by dontletmefall99

~ Harry's POV ~

"I don't suffer from my insanity, I enjoy every minute of it."

-Sherrilyn Kenyon

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Picture frames line both walls of the continuous corridor, each presenting a picture of an important figure in the institution's history. One day, I hope to make it on these walls. As of now, however, I'm stuck working as a lowly intern, learning about the crazies. I notice Kathleen striding towards me.

"Harry, what are you doing down here, love? You know it's your day to be in the head office," She reminds me politely in her angelic english accent.

"Yes, ma'am. I was just daydreaming. I'll head that way now." I nodded in response, offering a polite smile.

"It's fine. Just remember, if it happens again, you risk being put out of here."

I turn on my heel, making a beeline for the main office. As I round a corner, I hear her yell after me, "Six!" I smiled, knowing she was reminding me that I only need six months more of sucky work, and then I graduate.

I make it to the office in record time. I plop down at my little office desk and begin to go page through the files sitting there. The majority were merely recent nurse visits or patients' weekly check-ups with their therapists and doctors. However, one file stood out. A new, crisp sheet indicated a new patient. It had been nearly three months since anyone was admitted. I open the file, despite the fact that I could be fired for snooping.

The patient appeared to be a girl in her late teen years. Although she was very apparently upset in her mugshot, she was rather attractive. I scanned the page for any and all information.

Six murders where the bodies were made up to look like suicides. She claimed that "voices" told her what to do and who to kill. No wonder she wound up here. Although, the story could be something her lawyer made up to get her out of jail time. But, wouldn't being here be pretty much the same?

She doesn't look like the "insane" type. Trust me, I would know.

I hear footsteps and quickly close the file, placing it in the cabinet under G. Being as we don't use names here in the institute, everyone was labelled with the first letter of their last name and their cell number. She is G25. Which means she's under my care, in the E-H wing of the asylum. Great. Nurse Teresa enters the office, giving me a warning look. She knows what I was doing.

"Harry," she says with a sly smirk, "you know, curiosity killed the cat."

"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am."

"Its okay, Styles. You've worked hard today. Why don't you head home, darling?" she quietly says, tugging me towards the office doors.

"Bu,t ma'am, I don't get off for three more hours. And, are you sure it would be okay with Kathleen if I go?"

"Well, of course. Who do you think sent me?"

"I suppose. It feels like I haven't slept in weeks."

"Go home now. Get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, ma'am." I swipe my jacket from the coat rack and head out the front doors. The cold wind nips at my face and blows through my long, curly hair. I walk towards my flat, which isn't that far from the home of the criminally insane.

One thing is on my mind, and one thing only...

G25.

Who is she..?

And, why do I care..?

A/N:

Sorry, guys. I was going to post this last night, but my wifi has been shitty, so I had to wait to go to town and steal McDonald's wifi. Hopefully, a new chapter will be up next week!!! Love you all!

~Chris <3