Psychotic (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

HARRY'S POV

What a relief it was to be back. Home sweet home, right? Just inhaling this musty vomit-and-feet smell, being able to sit on this creaky bed and dusty mattress, being barricaded by huge automatic doors with absolutely nothing to do. Loved it.

My feet shuffled along the hard cement floor as I made my way over to said mattress, sitting down with a prolonged sigh. I swear, if you stuck a perfectly normal person inside one of these cells for a week, they would go mad too.

There's no real treatment, no good food, and awful punishments that involve a lot of whipping. I mean I knew Wickendale would be bad, but this exceeded my expectations. The only part of the day that didn't make me want to kill myself was talking to Rose. She was the only sane person I could actually discuss normal things with.

I had tried to talk to that James guy, once, but he seemed nervous around me. He also seemed reluctant to talk to me and thought of me as a freak, just replying in clipped one word sentences.

And I liked Rose, I decided. She didn't seem afraid of me and if she was, she didn't act like it. Sure she was annoying, but I'm annoying too. She also treated me like a normal person rather than a psychology subject.

Which is what most of us were to these "superior" and "sane" human beings. But we weren't much different, really. The way I'd like to think of it is that we're all crazy. We all have a part of our minds that are in a slightly darker and deranged place, but some of us explore that area a little further than others do.

Suddenly I was shook out of my wise philosophies when I heard footsteps echo through the hall. At first I thought nothing of it because a lot of people walked these corridors, whether they were employees or patients or visitors. But it was when I heard the voices that I started taking interest.

"Should we tell Mrs. Hellman?" I strained to hear the fearful whisper. A woman, I think.

"No. I'm not going to at least." Another woman.

"Rosemary we have to tell someone! One of the guards maybe?"

"Do what you want Helen, but I'm not getting involved. What we saw, it was . . ." I could almost see her shudder. "It was absolutely horrific, I don't want to rehash it. I'm not getting involved. I just want to forget I ever saw it."

I could hear their voices getting closer as I grasped the metal bars of my enclosure, leaning forward to try and get a good look at the anonymous women.

"Plus, we weren't even supposed to be down there at all. We could get into huge trouble." The voice of Rosemary said. They were so close now.

"So! We can't just not tell someone," Helen said.

"Just drop it!" Rosemary harshly commanded. "Somebody else will find them eventually."

As she said the words the women passed my cell. They walked by quickly and weren't looking in my direction, so I couldn't identify their faces.

I couldn't help but wonder what the hell they were talking about, though. There was something going on here at Wickendale, that I knew from the start. Something bad. But I just couldn't decipher what. And now here these two employees were, scared of something they had seen in the institution which only confirmed my suspicions. Plus, this is the only excitement I've had in days, so I couldn't help but open my mouth.

"Hey!" I loudly whispered. They ignored me. I should've figured, patients are probably always shouting crazy things at them. But I needed to get their attention.

"Rosemary, Helen!" At that they turned. One was quite old, probably Rosemary, and the other was a young woman who like her daughter. Both had on employee uniforms and dark hair twisted up into tight buns.