Psycho love Eddie Gluskin (Fanfic)

.:Prologue:.

White light blinded me as the sedative began to ware off, my fingers picking at thick leather buckles at my wrists that held me to the bed. My grey cell room faded in and out as a single hanging light bulb flickered above me, casting horrific shadows on the stained walls. Screams echoed from the neighbouring cells making fear rise up in my throat. Eyes peered at me through the small cellar door window, a blue mask covering the persons nose. A man walked in holding a clipboard, glancing up to me every few moments as he flipped through the documents. His lab coat was splattered with blood and various other coloured liquids, no doubt from the other patients. The stained blue mask that covered his mouth stretched and crinkled as he began to talk.

"Nineteen years of age, Jacki, is it?" He tsked, shaking his head before continuing. "Mild Schizophrenia... extremely violent outbursts concerning 'figures'. Must be sedated heavily when outbursts occur... Admitted by concerned neighbours." His ramblings caused my head to throb as he read through my file, his eyes shooting up to me as I shifted in the tight buckles. "How are you doing? The meds are no doubt working?"

"Wonderful... There is no other place I'd rather be, surrounded by psychopaths, locked in a cell. Can you unbuckle me now? My legs are beginning to cramp." The straps bit into my skin as I attempted to sit up, giving up after having no success. He chuckled at my sarcasm, beginning to unbuckle my wrists. Footsteps caught my attention as a figure walked by the door, glancing in my cell as they walked. The male figures milky eyes boarded into me as fear rushed through me, his face stitched up in various area's. His lips were completely removed, an eerie smile plastered on his face. Shuttering, I sat up rubbing my wrists as the physician left my cell, disappearing down the hall. After unbuckling my ankles, I strode silently out of my cell stopping at the railing and peering over.

Various patients walked around, most mumbling to themselves or fidgeting. Some curled into balls on the floor, holding their heads and hysterically crying. Crashing from beside me made me jump, as an arm broke through one of the cell windows, glass flying everywhere. Blood dripped onto the floor from the jagged glass teeth of the window, a loud scream escaping the patients mouth. Hugging myself I walked into the main common area, looking for a familiar face. The majority of the patients paid no attention to me as I walked by off in their own worlds, but the twins stared at me with dark disturbingly intrigued eyes. They sat hunched over beside each other on one of the benches near the wall, elbows on their knees, hands clasped under their chin. It looked silly for such muscular men to be seated in such a position, but I had seen what they were capable of, and dared not underestimate them.

There had once been a patient that had figured it was a good idea to try and steal a drink off of their tray. The twins had seen him, but pretended that they hadn't, giving him a false sense of accomplishment. The Twins had waited until he was alone, cornering him in one of the hallways. He had screamed, but it was cut short as his head was smashed against the wall, rendering him unconscious. They had beat him until he was disfigured, his blood still splattered in the cracks and banners lining the hall.

My throat tightened as one smiled at me, glancing at his brother, who returned the smile. Soft singing put me on edge as I entered Eddie's  cell. We had kept to each others side, figuring we were the only ones who still had a mind in this god forsaken place. Eddie was the ripe age of twenty, his under cut black hair slicked back. His blue eyes shawn brightly when he saw me entering his cell.

Eddie was the most normal person I knew here, even more so than some of the doctors. Before he had arrived at Mount Massive Asylum, he had been living a normal healthy life. Meeting the woman of his dreams, he asked her hand in marriage receiving a yes. Two days before the ceremony, he had caught her cheating on him with his best friend. Rage got the better of him and he ended up murdering and mutilating both of them, putting their bodies on display. He had been diagnosed with Derealization, a mental illness that makes the host feel like they are watching their life like a movie, not being able to know reality from a dream. He was harmless, for the most part... Only becoming violent when he had outbursts, when he relived that day.

Eyeing him, I smiled sitting down beside him on the floor. Smiling, he flipped a page in an old beat up book that he had been reading pryer to my arrival. He wore a grooms vest, the white dress shirt was stained grey with dirt and other filth from the cell. We had been allowed to wear our own choice of clothing, as long as it was inspected first to ensure there was no weapons hidden within.

"How are you doing darling?" His eyes returning to me, examining the bruises on my wrists. They were dark spots encasing my entire wrist, created by the belts that were regularly attached to me.

"Fine I guess." I shrugged, grasping the book gently and examining it. It was an ancient looking bible that he had no doubt taken from the priest that visited the asylum ever now and then. Screaming startled me as a demented child ran down the hall in front of the open door, her bloodied face filled with terror. Following quickly after her was one of the physicians, who held a knife in one hand as he ran. Smirking I shook my head. If a patient got hold of that knife all hell would break loose. Especially if it was Walker.

Walker had been admitted into Mount Massive from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Self Mutilation. Walker had been a military man, experiencing all the hells of war, not being able to put all the killings and pain behind him, he began to expose himself to the pain the soldiers felt by mutilating himself.

He had lost most of the hair on his head along with most of his lips, and had gained quite a bit of weight since arriving. When he had first arrived he was severely depressed and anxious, his mind slowly deteriorating with more time. He was currently locked in his cell, bound to his bed with metal shackles around his ankles, waist, wrists, and neck. He was rarely let out, due to his increasing aggression towards all living things.

"That looks fun, should we join them?" Eddie cracked an exaggerated smile, rising his left eyebrow. Laughing I got to my feet, shaking my head.

"I'm going out into the court yard, you coming?" Pushing my long brunet hair out of my eyes, I turned back to him waiting for an answer. His eyes darted back and forth between me and the bible before he threw it under a mattress that laid uncomfortably on an old rusting prison bed, making sure the book was completely hidden before getting to his feet.

"Of course." Smiling, he followed me out, his eyes wandering down the hallway where the child and physician had gone, catching no sign of them. Leading him towards the court yard, the twins glared, eyes darting from Eddie to me, their eyes jumping at our height difference. Eddie being a head taller than me, his long legs giving him the height. 

Rocks skidded across the concrete landing that lead to the courtyard as I kicked them. My breath hitched as I heard paired footsteps echoing through the entrance of the building behind us, heading towards us.