captive 》h.s au

chapter nine

sorry for any dumbass typos, my ipad autocorrects the weirdest shit lol. I'll edit tomorrow, I'm tired. sooo yay here's chapter nine (x 

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Harry and I sit across from each other silently. All of us patients are at lunch and not a single person is speaking. Donovan's relaxing a couple tables over from me, reading a newspaper, and Martha sits in the back of the room, taking in a drag of her cigarette. Oh, what I would do to be able to have a smoke. It's been so long.

I glance at Harry and nod my head in Martha's direction. "I'll be right back." I say, standing up from my chair.

She looks up at me as I walk closer, blowing a puff of smoke from her mouth. "What can I help you with dear?" She said flatly.

I sit down in the white chair across from her and plant my elbows on the table. "Got another?"

Martha smiles, and reaches down into the small pocket of her grey jumpsuit. "Here." She tosses a cigarette across the table and it rolls over to me. I put it between my lips and lean forward so she can light it for me.

"Thanks." I say, breathing out my first puff of smoke in what feels like forever. "I needed this."

My mother always told me to stop smoking, that it would make me uglier than I already am. I think it's ironic that she was the one who got killed in a house fire and probably suffocated on smoke.

"I see you've been spending an awful lot of time with that boy." Her eyes are fixed on the table. "Did you forget what I told you?"

Before I answer her I turn and look back at Harry. He's aimlessly drumming his fingers on the table and looking around the room, observing other patients. I've noticed that I do this a lot too; watching the others always gives me some sort of comforting feeling that I'm not alone. But, when I try to talk to them, I realize I really am alone. They're all too unstable to even make conversation with, accept for Harry, Martha, and Donovan.

I turn back to Martha and sigh. "Yes, I remember."

She takes a drag of her cigarette and flicks the ash off into the tray. "I'm not going to warn you again. You seem like a smart girl, you should listen to your elders."

I'm getting frustrated with her, for I don't see why this is any of her business. "How am I supposed to know if I can trust you or not? You're in an insane asylum for god's sake, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"You don't believe me? Fine, I'll tell you. The reason I warned you and was worried about you, is because this exact thing happened last summer." She put out he cigarette and leaned in towards me with a hushed voice, "Monica was her name, she looked like somewhat you but with blonde hair. She was admitted here for killing her two siblings. One she beat with a baseball bat and the other she put in the oven. The girl was completely insane. She lived in the room you're in now, and Harry also took her under his wing." Her eyes dart behind me and I look over my shoulder to see Harry watching us. I raise my finger and tell him I'll be back in a minute. I take another drag of my cigarette, and let Martha continue.

"It reminds me all too much of what he's doing with you. The two got quite close, and she actually got better. She was still crazy, but she had changed. That was, until one night I woke up to her agonizing screams and saw him raping her. The guards came in and took him to the electric chair right away. He was in the infirmary for a week afterwards." She took a breath and lit up another cigarette.

He raped her? I suddenly felt like vomiting. This boy let himself into my room last night and madeout with me. I'm not sure how to think of this, I was kissing a rapist? None the less, a killer? I can't overreact yet, Martha's crazy. But, Monica..?

"W-what happened to Monica?" I'm at a loss for words and the only thing that comes to mind is the poor girl.

"He messed her up pretty badly. Gave her a concussion, broke a couple bones, I'm surprised I didn't hear him beating her around, I just heard one scream. I've always thought it was strange." She takes a sip of her orange juice and lets out a deep breath of air. "Monica's still here, you know. She's only getting worse, though. Nothing they do helps her. I don't know where they keep her, I just know it's somewhere unusual. I've heard she hoo's like an owl in there, wherever she is. Maybe it's her crying, but whatever it is, she does it for attention. She is one of the craziest people in here, so the fact that she makes animal noises wouldn't surpise me. When the health marshals come, they always tell Mrs. Gordon that Monica needs to be kept in a proper cell, but I don't know much more." Marthas guard suddenly comes over and harshly pulls her out of her seat to leave.

Debating whether to go back to Harry or not, I decide to leave him. I'm not sure I can face him yet after the things I just heard.

Donovan has his back to me and he looks to be in the middle of telling a story to the other guards. There's nobody near the cafeteria door, and Harry is picking at a piece of old chicken on his plate. An idea hits me, and I take advantage of this moment. I quietly make my way to the door, and slip out unnoticed.

There's not many people in the halls, just a few nurses and a couple guards. I walk past the main corridor and make my way down the G hall. I've never been down here before, and I'm curious to see what kind of people are kept here.

I quietly tip-toe past some offices, and turn into the G corridor. There's two people in there; a woman and a mental patient, who is crying. They don't notice me, but I still continue to stay quiet.

The big metal door to my left says "Hall G." I make sure nobodys watcing me, and push the doors open. It looks just like my hall does, accept its dead silent, and a lot darker.

As soon as the metal doors slammed shut, arms sprang out of the bars trying to reach for me. I make sure to walk along the middle so nobody can touch me. Several voices scream at me and others just stare.

"Help me, please!" A raspy voice hissed at me.

I turned to see a tall middle aged man staring out of his cell at me. He's crying and shaking. "What happened?" I whispered.

He leaned towards me and let out a shakey breath. "What they're doing to us, they won't stop." He cries out.

I take a step back and frown at him. "What do you mean?"

"Tanner!" A voice startles me from my curious state and I turn to see Mrs. Gordon storming down the hallway towards me. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?"

My eyes go wide and I step away from the warden.  

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"You'll be released from here at the end of the week." The warden says while throwing me into a solitary cell. "Next time, don't go wandering off." She slams the big metal door in my face and I'm left alone with my thoughts.

I didn't realize that walking around the asylum would get me in this much trouble, unless they're hiding something.

This solitary cell is almost pitch black, and the only things I can see in here are a tiny bed and a silver toilet. It smells like sweat in here, and I'm scared to touch anything. You hear about people committing suicide in solitary confinement, and I have no idea what's happened in this room before I came.

I walk over to the bed and sit against the metal wall. There's a faint humming sound coming from the cell next to me. I put my ear on the cold metal wall and listen closer. It's more of a coo of a bird, like an owl almost.

Oh.

I knock on the wall and wait to see if anyone knocks back. There's a shuffling noise and I can tell someone's standing right next to the wall beside me.

The cooing noise starts up again, but this time louder, and the person still hasn't knocked back. I listen for a while, as they continue to coo. The sound is actually calming. I look around my cell but it's too dark to identify anything besides the bed I'm next to, and the toilet. I turn my head back to the wall and press my ear against it again.

"Monica?" I whisper.

The bird noise stops and whoever is on the other side of the wall steps away slowly, and doesn't make another sound for the rest of the night.  

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