Room 3068

Lila's Point Of View

"I don't want to do this anymore," I mumbled nervously, shaking my head slightly as I got out of my mom's car.

"Lila, you were the one who wanted to do this, you can't leave now," my mother replied, locking the car. She slid the car keys into her purse before she took off walking across the parking lot towards the big building in front of us.

"I didn't think it would be this creepy though, it's giving me the chills and I don't like it at all," I said, trailing a few strides behind my mom.

"Well I'm sorry about that but there's nothing I can do to make it less scary. You haven't even been inside yet, it's really not that bad," my mother said, trying to reassure me.

I let a sigh roll out from my lips as I looked up at the building. The building was large and dark. It was a black and dusty gray color with very few windows. The few windows they had were small and barred, people stared out of them watching as we approached. We passed the large sign in the front that read 'Oakdale Mental Hospital.' This was an insane asylum but my mother always told me that it wasn't nice to say it that way, the proper name for it was a mental hospital. I've seen plenty of horror films based on insane asylums and I agreed to work here with my mother for a year because I didn't think it would be this creepy. I always thought the horror films made the buildings seem more scary to add effect to the movie but I was wrong. This building looked like the perfect place to film a horror movie, I wouldn't be surprised if a few horror movies were actually filmed here.

I tucked my bangs behind my ear, chewing on my lower lip nervously as we walked inside. When you first entered the building it looked like a simple hallway but to the sides were rooms filled with patients. The first floor didn't seem so bad, the patients actually seemed normal. They were definitely scary, but they didn't seem very insane to me. I stayed close to my mom as we walked down the hallway, finally turning into a large room. The large room was filled with people and I began to grow nervous, thinking they were patients.

"Don't worry Lila, these are the people you're working with, they're not patients," my mom laughed, setting her purse down on one of the tables.

I let out a sigh of relief as I shrugged off my coat, hanging it on one of the coat racks leaving me in my sweatshirt. I watched as people joked with each other and spoke about the patients they were taking care of. They didn't seem to mind working here, maybe it really wasn't so bad after all.

"Lila," a voice said behind me, it was my mom. "I've spoken with everybody and we've decided that you'd be taking care of one patient and one patient only. We figured it be easier for you to take care of only one patient because the patient we've assigned you is sort of hard to take care of."

"Then why am assigned to the patient that's hard to take care?" I asked in a shocked tone. Today was my first day ever working with mental people and they decide to make me take care of someone who is difficult, it didn't make any sense to me.

"Well, nobody else is willing to take care of him. Don't worry honey, we have someone else who volunteered to help you for the first day so you won't be taking care of him alone today," my mom said, faking a smile. I could tell it was fake, she was scared for me. Whoever I was taking care of must be absolutely terrible.

"Who is going to help me?" I asked, praying whoever would be helping me was strong incase the patient tried to attack me.

"Today is his first day as well but him," my mom replied, pointing to a boy standing across the room. "He will be working here aswell but we need him to help with other things."

The boy turned around, his eyes meeting mine. He flashed us a smile and I quickly recognized him. It was Zayn Malik. We had gone to the same high school although we never really spoke. We just hung out with different groups of people I guess. Zayn crossed the floor, walking straight over to us.