Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

chapter 3

"This is the cafeteria, we eat five times a day, breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, and dinner." Louis said as we passed the cafeteria, we headed down a few halls, until we reached a room that said 'fun room'

Sounds like there's a bunch of clowns inside, ready to torture me or some shit. And this Louis guy is really messed up, he thinks we'll be best friends,

Ha! I'm Jason McCann, I don't make friends with nut-jobs.

"Now this is really the best place, ever." Louis beamed, dragging me in the room. He led me towards a table with two people already sitting down.

One had messy curly hair, and the other had a raven coloured hair, styled to a quiff, like mine but mine is better than his.

"Ahem, Jason, these are my other best friends!" Louis smiled.

The boy with curls shrunk in his seat, while the boy with the quiff glared at me.

What the fucks his problem?

"Don't mind these two, Zayn is bipolar." Louis pointed to quiff boy.

"I'm not bipolar, but I don't like the idiot you brought to our area." Zayn looked me up and down.

"Who you calling an idiot, you little prick." I growled.

"Guys, no fighting. Now this here is Harry," Louis butted in, pointing to curly. "He's very shy, but once he warms up to you, he'll be your best friend."

"I don't want the freak to be my friend." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't talk about Harry like that, you twat." Zayn barked, standing up.

"You're all freaks, so I'll talk how I please." I replied.

Zayn grabbed me by the collar, readying his fist to punch me. I quickly lifted my knee up, hitting his groin before we scuffled into a punching match.

I swung aimlessly at his face and stomach, as he gripped his hands around my neck, in an attempt to choke me.

"That's enough!" A voice boomed, just as an arm wrapped around my waist and yanked me away from Zayn. We were both pulled away, by what I assume were guards or something.

"He started it!" Zayn pointed to me, as he was restricted back.

"Bull fucking shit!" I spat, my fists clenched.

"I suggest the both of you shut up, or its the white room for 48 hours." The man holding me back, growled. I stomped on his foot, earning a yelp, before I lunged myself at Zayn, instantly laying punches into his ugly face!

"Code green!" A voice yelled as I felt my arm being grabbed. A prick was pressed into my arm, making me growl as I spotted a needle enter my skin.

"GET THAT OUT OF MY ARM!" I screamed in a panic. I was terrified of needles. A few guards picked me off my feet, dragging me out of the room and into the hall. I was strapped to a chair as the man pushed the clear liquid into my arm. I squirmed as much as I could, screaming and yelling to the point my head felt like someone was standing on it.

I kicked my legs, arching my back and spitting at the men restricting me from moving.

"This one's bloody losing it, get Dr. Payne, immediately!" One of the guards shouted.

I began to feel dizzy.

"GET ME OUT, OR I'LL KILL YOUR FAMILY! I WILL RIP OFF YOUR FUCKING HEADS! I'LL BURN YOUR FACES!" I made threats I was willing to keep at this point.

I kicked my right leg up, hitting one of the men. They growled, grabbing my legs and holding them in place.

"What's going on? What's happened?" Liam ran down the hall, pulling out another needle. I began thrashing around as much as I could.

"He attacked the Malik kid, he's getting out of hand. We gave him a dose of the sleep drug, but he hasn't dropped yet." A guard stated.

"Jason, calm down, please." Liam hovered over me.

"Fuck you, you British bastard!" I spat on his white coat, earning a scowl.

"White room for 12 hours." Liam stated, injecting the needle in my arm, despite my thrashing around and yelling.

Soon enough, I got more dizzy, to the point the hall was spinning. My eyes fluttered close, as I placed my head down. Feeling rather weak.

The restraints were taken off, I was then carried somewhere, but my eyelids proved to be too heavy, and I fell into a forced slumber.

A few hours later

My eyes opened, all I could see was white. I furrowed my brows, staring at the cushion like roof, and walls, not to mention floor.

I attempted to move my hands, but they were locked into some position.

I looked down, groaning as I realized I was put into a straight jacket.

My legs seemed to be tied strongly together, keeping me from moving at all. I frowned.

I'm going to kill my brother. This is all his fault. If he wasn't famous, he'd probably be easier to try and kill.

I hate the bastard.

I sighed, rolling to my side to stare at the door, which seemed to be covered in the same material as everything else in the room.

It wasn't a soft cushion, rather uncomfortable if I do say so myself.

I began rolling across the room out of boredom.

Once I reached the door side, I began rolling back, finding this a bit amusing.

Who said being put in a straightjacket would be a mood killer? Its kind of fun, especially being able to roll around.

I chuckled slightly as I was able to spin in a circle, before managing to sit up and bounce on my ass.

I laughed softly, before laying down and rolling around some more.

"Jason?" The door to the room opened suddenly. I rolled to look at whoever entered; Dr. Liam Payne. He raised his brow in suspicion, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I blushed, feeling a bit ridiculous about what I was doing.

"Right, um..." Liam furrowed his brows, "Have you calmed down enough?"

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes.

"I need an honest answer, because if you lash out like that again, you'll be held in higher restraints for a maximum of fourteen weeks." Liam warned. I sighed, biting my bottom lip.

"Fine. I'll be good, whatever." I frowned. Liam smiled, nodding his head as he walked over to me.

"I'll trust that you keep to that word, Jason." He stated.

Author's Note; I'm really sorry I haven't updated this in a long time, I've been busy with other stories, but I'm trying to write all of them Cx anyways, her the next chapter =)

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