I stared at Zahir shocked, this thought had not even crossed my mind before. A mental house. Hayden was not mental, was he? He was possessive and confused, but he was right in his mind. It was as if all light in his world was removed and was replaced with nothing but darkness, of course he had to find a way to orientate himself through the dark. The only way to do so was to become dark too, and go with the darkness and die the light inside of him out.
" He's not mental, Zahir." I whispered as if I were to convince myself.
"Leah," Zahir said, approaching me to rub my arm, "He's been traumatised ever since he was 17. Just think back and ever since he's been out of jail all he's been thinking about is about keeping you close, even if that meant to take all your rights and your way of living away. He's obsessed with you and it's slowly but surely driving him crazy." Zahir spoke.
"Obsession is not comparable with insanity. He's got his right mind, he just needs someone to help him through all of this, not more." I told Zahir, crossing my arms over each other.
"And who should help him?"
"Me." I said stubbornly.
"No, Leah, a professional. You're not capable of helping him, he won't even listen to you." He explained.
"I am very well able to help him, just let me."
"Leah.."
"No, Zahir. Just let me at least try to help him, I'm willing to, I really am. If I can't help him, I'll send him into a mental house myself, okay? I know he not mental, he's just very confused."
Zahir sighed, knowing that he wouldn't have any chances arguing with me.
"Alright. I'll give you a month, if he'll be still the same, I'm calling the police to send him in." Zahir said.
"Promise me." I said.
"Promise you what?"
"Promise me that you'll wait a month and that you won't go behind my back and send him in as soon as you know his location."
"Promise." Zahir sighed, shaking my hand while doing so. I smiled weakly, hoping Hayden would come back to his old way of seeing things. I had to admit and even if I hated to do so, Hayden had gone a bit over the line, he wasn't able to look after himself anymore. The more he thought the more he got caught up in something which wasn't even real, like for example, me being with Zahir. To everyone it was obvious that we were never together, but Hayden immediately thought of the worst.
I snapped my head up, remembering that I had promised that I would visit him.
"Zahir, can you look after Jaymi? I need to see if he's alright."
"Leah.."
"Please Zahir, the sooner the better."
"Okay, but be back by tomorrow afternoon." Zahir told me sternly. I nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek , mumbling a thank you, before rushing off, making sure to grab my coat.
It was a cold night out, so I decided to take our car and drive the ten minutes to The Cave. On my way I thought about a lot of things, mainly about what I wanted to tell him and what my goal was. What was my goal? I wanted to make him get his mind back, that he could differ between right and wrong, good and bad, up and down, important and unimportant, love and need. I loved him, no doubt, but I began to question if he loved me, too. Maybe he did not love me, but he needed me, there was a big difference between these two things. Maybe this was one of those things that his mind jumbled up while he was in jail, just maybe. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was scared that he might want to get me back, but soon would find out that I wasn't even what he needed, that he just needed closure.
Parking our car just a few blocks down, I walked towards The Cave, my breathing becoming slightly sharper with every step I took. My stomach churned, giving me the very uncomfortable feeling of sickness. I hadn't had the chance to talk to him properly for now about four years, so I knew that this night was the night we would discuss everything that had happened and how to go on from there.
The whole way from the ladder to his hatch, I tried to keep my mind off of everything that could possibly happen and make our situation even worse but I could not. I began to panic when I reached his hatch. I took a deep breath and then I knocked on it.
I had gone through every scenario that I could ever have imagined of, but what happened when he opened the hatch wasn't one of them..
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