Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 3

Annabelle-

I scurried out of the room with bright pink cheeks and mentally scolded myself for being so clueless. This was not going to scare me away though. I needed to do this and I will do what ever it takes to get him to cooperate. My job is on the line here and maybe I can help him as well. We could both benefit from this. I took myself and my thoughts and retreated back to my office for some more thinking. I sat down on the chair and opened the drawer, taking out the file Ms.Stalin had handed me.

It was Harry's file. I flipped through the pages, carefully examining it. There should be some information on what he did but there isn't. I'm guessing Ms.Stalin really doesn't want anyone to know. It says in his file he's six foot two and his eyes are in fact green. I hadn't noticed because he was so intimidating. The file was basically useless. It only held facts about his previous years back in England and how he came here for college. Judging by his file, he seemed like he really intelligent person. So why would he be here?

I closed up the file and sat in my office for a bit more. After a good amount of time passed, I decided to try my luck with Harry again. Maybe this time he would cooperate. Also according to Ms. Stalin, he had an hour of break time which means he his able to go into institution's garden. Supervised by guards of course. Maybe he would like that though. Ms. Stalin said it was up to me to make the decision though. Even though, we haven't communicated for more than two seconds, I'll allow it.

I grabbed my keys and locked my office door behind me. I went down to where Harry's room was located and stepped inside of it. Again, there he was laying down on his bed. Only this time he was reading some sort of the journal. It was the one he had, when he came here into the institution. " Can I help you?" He asked in a monotone voice and I tensed up a bit. His voice never held any emotion. " I was wondering if you would like to use your 1 hour break period to go into the garden for some fresh air," I explained to him.

There was a slight pause, as he thought it over. Harry then closed up his journal and sat up. " Yes," Was all he said and it kind of made me uncomfortable. Be patient, Annabelle. He just got here, it's a lot of change for him. He started walking towards the door with the journal still in his hands. He sighed, when the guards grabbed hold of him, leading us towards the garden. As tall as he was, the guards were even taller with a big build. Like enormous muscles which frightened me at times but you get used to them.

The guards led us over to a bench and Harry sat down. I took a seat next to him but kept my distance, while the guards stood at either end but also keeping their distance. Harry just stared straight ahead at nothing really. It looked like he was in some deep thought though. I took this moment to examine what he really looked like. Not sure if this is appropriate but he was incredibly handsome. He had semi curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and a chiseled jaw line. His lips were formed into a straight line, as he took in his surroundings.

Looking at him now, I could see there was so much anger, sadness, and worry all mixed into him. Despite the fact the he tried to hide it, I could see it. I asked the only question I could think of at that time. " Harry, are you okay?" My voice came out surprisingly confident. He turned his head and looked at me. His eyes trapped mine into a gaze, before he spoke up. " If you were me, would you be okay?" He asked and I immediately felt guilty for asking him that. I shook my head at his question. " Exactly," His raspy voice spoke.

He was right. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't be okay. I would want to get out of here as soon as possible because at the end of the day I get to go home but Harry doesn't. I've always felt bad for patients around here. Some of them were separated from their family members or their friends. I would never want to go through something like that. 

Harry pulled out his pen and began writing in his journal. I watched how focused his intentions were. After a few minutes of writing, he groaned and closed up his journal. He sat back, his back laying against the wooden bench and admired the view around him. A group of patients with their advisers passed us by. The patients were shouting things like " I'm not crazy!" or " I will kill all of you"

Things of that nature really.

Now that I come to think of it, so far today Harry hasn't had an outbursts except for when he came in. Even then, he wasn't shouting things like those patients said but he just wanted to walk by himself without the guards. Harry sighed and took in a deep breath. " There's no one to talk to here," He breathed, crossing his arms. " There's me," I answered him and he took a glance at me. " You don't want to talk to me, it's your job," He spoke. That was partially true. However, I really wanted to get to know him. If only he let me do that.

" It is but that doesn't mean I don't want to talk to you," I replied to his statement. He cocked one eyebrow to the side and studied me carefully.