Secrets of The Clinic: Commencement (Completed)

Part 3: Reasons I Reveal

-''Oh, it's you, officers, come in.''- A voice said, trough a loudspeaker I suppose, and the gate opened. The officers pushed me inside, getting in themselves afterward. As we entered the front doors, the gate closed shut.

-'Locked in hell...'-  I thought as we walked to I don't know where. The hallway in which we were walking through looked like a scene taken directly from a horror movie. Open doors that led to rooms with broken things inside. Others were closed and had blood spilling out from below the door's frame.

-'Wonder who got killed.'-  I thought. That reminded me of an article I had read about in an online newspaper. I had to hack into it, obviously, 'cuz it was top-secret information. yeah, I forgot to mention that I am an amazing flawless hacker (which is why I wasn't charged for hacking into classified information). The article said that The Clinic was the psychiatric hospital with the most patient deaths, the majority being gruesome suicides. Others were murders and some, well, just dead bodies without a cause of death. The bodies were never autopsied, I mean, if they were, The Clinic would've closed centuries ago (I'm just exaggerating the word 'years'). I have been studying and researching about this place ever since Ryder was hospitalized (which was 2 years ago to be accurate). They said that they were gonna keep him for two months, but when months turned into a year, that's when I started to dig in. At first, I didn't find anything, but just as I was about to lose all hope, I remembered why I was doing the research: Because I wanted to free Ryder. I really love that guy, too much maybe, but he is my everything to me. He did so many things for me, I think that this is the least I can do to thank him. He defended me when I got bullied by the school jocks because of my weak, skinny arms. He stood up for me when I was made fun of because of my bad and sloppy grades. I was so much into hacking, researching, drinking, drug dealing, smoking, and cutting that I didn't have time to study, at least for an A. I had passed all of my classes with B's, C's and D's. My life has been like this ever since I was 12 (a little too young for drugs, smoking, hacking, and cutting, don't you think?). But yeah, that guy was like my guardian angel, and then one day, I just lost him. I felt so useless, and then I realized that I loved him and that I had to find him, no matter what. That's how I'm here.

-'I've gotten this far,'  I thought.  'I can't let him or myself or anyone else here down.'-