Broken

Chapter 19

Harry's pov

Lights blur making my eyes hurt as I try and sit up. The restraints dig into my skin and I wince. What did they do to those things to make them so painful. I look around to see multiple people sitting beside the gurney in light blue.

They were probably there to escort me wherever they were taking me. I sigh thinking back to the pain in my mind. I couldn't describe it not even to Kylie. The fight has left me furious and I didn't know where we stood now. The car jerks sending us to one side as things fly and crash.

"Hey get control out there!" A guy yells into the little open window, that was connected to the front.

"Sorry, we almost hit a pedestrian." A loud voice calls back.

I laugh a little if they were in such a hurry why didn't they just drive safely? The guy gives me a cool stare and I stop scared he would do something more to me.

They knew I was prone to hurting myself, but it didn't explain why they had to take such high precautions.

I close my eyes wishing this ride would be over. I just wanted to see Kylie and maybe fix things between us. She was helping.. More than she thought she was.

A few minutes later the back doors to the van are thrown open and light streams in. I cover my eyes as they roll me out. I don't struggle or move. I knew it would only make it worse.

As I get adjusted to the light I unveiled my eyes to see a dimly lit hallway. The lights flicker like loss of power and an eerie feeling hits me. My heart beats fast as they keep going. As we turn the corner a girl is standing there her eyes glazed over look she was dead, but her mouth was moving like she was talking. She looks at me as we pass and I pull on the restraints. I didn't belong here.

"Hey settle down!" A guy on my side yells in my ear making it ring.

"Let me go!!!!" I yell at them, as they keep going.

More people with tattered clothes and glazed eyes. Some had open wounds on their arms. Others hit their head on the wall screaming. I pull at the restraints wishing I could cover my ears.

Voices swirl in my head getting jumbled. I keep pulling trying to get out. A firm hand comes to my face and I stop wincing. I look up at the guy in blue scrubs. His eyes are filled with seriousness. Like he knew what I was thinking.

I see that we have stopped in a wide open room. It was filled with tile and I see showers against the wall. They were low, and grimy. The restraints are removed and I'm hauled to my feet as I struggle against the strong guards.

The one who hit me smirks and nods at the other too. I pull trying to get away but their grips are like iron. I'm walked up to the first nozzle. I look as clear water falls to the tile. Overpowering heat steams on my face and I dig my bare feet onto the slick tile, but it doesn't help me stop.

My shirt is taken off and I yell at them to stop. The water was to hot for any human. It was like they meant for it to be that way. Kind of like an initiation into the pain that is to come?

I'm shoved under the burning water. My back erupts in pain as I'm held there. I scream as I try and get up, but the iron grip is still there. I'm held there until I can't feel anything. The water turns off and I lie there as tears fall down my face. My pants are soaked as I'm lifted up onto my feet again and walked over to the gurney.

The restraints that are tightened feel like chains as they roll me down the hallway again. More people stare and scream as the pain pounds everywhere. I needed to get out.. I had too...

I don't remember much after that because I black out due to pain and struggling. I open my eyes as I feel a soft bed beneath me. The restraints aren't there anymore and I sit up looking around quickly. A guy with dark hair swept across his face is on the other bed. He mummers to himself as I get up and go over to the door. I try opening it but it's locked.

I yell with frustration and look over at the guy who was now standing and looking blankly at the wall.

"Do you know how to get out of here?" I ask, as pain protrudes on my back.

He stares at me and I see his eyes are red like the color of blood. I back up unsure of what he would do. He didn't seem like the friendly type. He laughs like someone who's had to much to drink.

I bang on the door hoping someone would open it!

"Let me out!!!" I yell as he approaches me.

I feel his hands go around my neck and I struggle to breath. The door opens and I fall to the floor. He squeezes harder. Someone grabs him off of me and I cough trying to catch my breath.

"Ready mr.styles?" Someone says.

I look up to see the official who hit me with a syringe in his hand.

"For what." I say, growling under my breath.

I didn't want anymore things to happen.. I just wanted to get out.

"Just something to help." He says.

He roughly grabs my hair lifting me onto my knees as I wince. The pierce of the needle stings horribly in my arm and I cringe as my visions blurs and I feel someone carrying me somewhere.

Please if my mates are anywhere.. Please come help me.... I don't need to be here... That's when everything goes black..