Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 9

Annabelle-

" Is it going to hurt?! It's going to hurt, isn't it?!" Martin panicked, as the nurse was ready to insert the needle into his skin. He squirmed in his chair, kicking and screaming. " She's going to kill me! Annabelle, she's going to kill me!" He screeched, turning to me and I tried my very best to calm him so the nurse could just do her job. " Martin, relax. It's just a pinch," I sighed and he shook his head. I could see Harry standing across the room, arms crossed over his chest and laughing. He was obviously laughing at my struggle to calm Martin down because he was creating an enormous scene for all the staff and patients to see.

" Niall!" I called out and he came from the other side of the room. " Can you give me a hand?" I asked him and he nodded. " Of course, Annabelle," He said, holding Martin down. With the both of our strength, we were able to hold him down long enough for the nurse to give the shot. " I don't want to die!" Martin screamed, after the shot was given. He was acting like we just poisoned him or something. Niall shook his head and laughed, giving me a pat on the back. " I feel so sorry for you," He whispered, before walking away.

Once all the patients in my section were given their shots, I was able to walk them back into their rooms. We were escorted down the hall by three security guards who looked awfully frightening, to be honest. Their biceps were bigger than my head. No one in the group dared to step out of line, as we continued our walk back to the rooms. I'm guessing none of them wanted to be sedated so no one had an outburst. Last, I had to walk Harry back to his room. As we walked, it looked like he was in some deep thought that I alone couldn't figure out what about.

There was so much I wanted to know about him. Stop it Annabelle. He obviously does not want to talk and so zip your lips. I groaned at my own annoying curiosity that I happened to get from my mother. We stepped into Harry's room and he went straight for his bed and sat down. I sat on the chair across from him, as he stared at my every movement. I felt so self conscious under his gaze and he could tell by my insane shifting around. " You're so awkward," He spoke with a chuckle and I couldn't help but laugh as well.

" A tad bit," I responded but I knew I was beyond awkward. His eyes roamed up and down my body, shamelessly. I brought my hands over my chest and crossed them. It was like a natural extinct. Harry let out a deep chuckle at my action. " So shy and innocent," He mumbled to himself and I just sat there. " I'm not so innocent," I spoke and he just shook his head. " Prove it," He replied and I shrugged, confusedly. " How?" I asked and he leaned closer to me. " Are you a virgin, Annabelle?" He said biting down on his lip.

It was this question again. My pure silence gave the obvious answer away causing Harry to give me a half smile. " Well,  I'll take that as a yes," He answered for himself. " I'm betting you don't have an tattoos as well?" He asked me and I shook my head. " As a matter of a fact, I do have one," I responded, happy that he was wrong this time. He arched an eyebrow, studying me carefully. " You do? Show me," He said with a smile. I guess there is no harm in showing him my tattoo.

I pulled the edge of my uniform down, exposing my back shoulder. There imprinted on the back of my shoulder was the words " Live don't Exist." Harry examined the tattoo and then he did the unexpected thing. He ran his fingertips, tracing along every word and curve of the tattoo. Goosebumps began to arise on my skin, from his delicate touch. " It's lovely," He whispered and his gaze met mine. For a few moments, I was caught in the trance of his gaze and I couldn't look away. I felt the redness creep onto my cheeks and I quickly covered my skin back up. " Thanks," I said, eyeing the ground. 

" Do you have a boyfriend, Annabelle?" Harry asked with his eyes burning deep into mine, once I finally looked up. I shook my head back and forth to answer him and he nodded. An expression on his face was evident but I couldn't interpret what it was supposed to mean. I regained my composure and grabbed the journal of where I would keep track of Harry's progress. I stumbled at grabbing the pen and flipping to a fresh new page.

" So how have you been feeling lately, Harry?" I asked him getting ready to write down his answer. " I've been really good, Annabelle. Really good..." He trailed off with a smile. His dimples peaked through and I couldn't help but smile either. " That's uh really good, Harry," I said too caught up in him staring at me to write anything down. " Aren't you going to write that down?" Harry asked me with a subtle smirk and I nodded quickly, scribbling down what he said. " Your hands are shaking," He said looking down at them.

He reached one hand over and placed it on my knee, patting it. " You may continue with your questions," He said,  the once subtle smirk on his face was now growing to incredible length. I nodded and continued. " Have you been eating well?" I asked him and he shook his head, swiping his tongue over his lips. " No. The food here is gross," He answered. " I have not been eating well at all" Something behind the tone of Harry's voice led me to believe we were both talking about two different things.

Just then the door swung open and Harry quickly pulled his hand away from my knee, just in time.