Insane II A One Direction Fan Fiction II

Six

"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls..." -Edgar Allen Poe

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~ Grace's POV ~

All I see is white.

Am I in heaven?

No.

It's a hospital.

Fuck, it didn't work. I'm still here, surrounded by terribly noisy machines. Their constant beeping remind me that I'm still alive.

But, why? Why keep me alive? What's the point?

I continue to be plagued by these thoughts as I stare at the plain ceiling for what seems like hours. And then, of course, I had the urge to pee. But I couldn't due to these damn handcuffs that restrain me as well as the sharp bursts of pain coming from my stomach region. I hear the door creak open, causing me to quickly squeeze my eyes shut.

"I know that you're​ awake, and I don't suggest trying to fake that shit with me." I open my eyes, only to be met with slim-figured man hovering over me. He's wearing a very nice (and probably very expensive) suit, with his hair styled to perfection. His eyes are a beautifully deep sea-green, and I found myself getting lost in them as he spoke.
"Hello, my name is Louis Tomlinson and I've been dealt the misfortune of being your lawyer." The stylish man sighs while taking a seat.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. I'm Gra-"

"Grace Green. I know, I've already read your file."

"I didn't do it, sir. They made me do it. They forced my hand. They killed them. I was just a host."

"Who did it, Grace? No evidence leads to law enforcement to suspect another person being involved in the murders." He states matter-of-factly, despite flipping through the manilla envelope to reassure himself.

"They are inside of me. They've been inside of me since that damn night. They are eating away at me. They told me who. They forced me. The voices did it. They don't like you, Mr. Tomlinson. They say you are perfect. Too perfect." I say slowly, trying to inch my face closer to his. I swipe my hand at him, but he quickly dodges, stumbling to the farthest corner of the room.

He presses a button beside him. My heart monitor sounds like a siren. Doctors and nurses flood the small room. I bend forward, attempting to use my teeth to jerk the cords out of my arms. I see Louis' figure slowly move out of the room, right before my whole world gives way to a terrible darkness.

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"Ms. Green, by means of insanity, you have been found guilty. You are to be admitted into Lakeshore Mental Asylum, where you will undergo a life sentence. Case dismissed." The judge speaks, glaring down at me with judgmental eyes.

Louis looks over at me, giving me a quick - yet unassuring - smile.

"Everything is going to be okay, Grace. You are going to be okay." He whispers in my ear.

A police officer comes up and escorts me out of the courtroom. I look down in shame as I leave. They handcuff my hands, and also my feet, like I'm some kind of monster.

I am a monster.

I'm lead to an old van. The officer gives me a sympathetic look before opening the door. I don't blame him for my sentence, nor do I judge the other law officials.

The van is cushioned with white padding. Just what you'd expect from a van that's to take you to the loony bin. The officer releases my ankles and helps me into the van.

"Thank you." I mutter hurriedly before the door slams shut.

The drive is long - or maybe it just seems that way. I sit quietly as the scenery blurs by. We enter a forested area and I wish I was able to jump out and run as deep into the woods as I can get. Instead, I just continue to sit in silence, preparing myself for what's to come.

The voices are to blame. They killed those kids, not me. I've not heard from them in a couple of days, so they probably escaped and are roaming free while I'm being taken to be locked up.

I lurch forward as the van comes to a stop. The doors open for me, revealing my new home for the rest of my life. Two men dressed in white escort me inside, leading me into a small office. I'm sat on what seems like an operating table and my handcuffs are removed. The men in white stay by the door as two new men enter.

One has very short, fawn-colored hair and sparkling brown eyes, and is dressed in a doctor's uniform, while the other boy is in more of a nurse's uniform. He has long, dark, and curly hair with blue-green eyes. He gives me a quick smirk before moving out of the other man's way.

"Hello, Ms. Green. I'm your personal doctor for your stay. My name is Dr. Payne, Liam Payne. I swear my name means nothing," he chuckled, "I mean you no harm. This is my assistant, Harry Styles." The curly-haired boy steps forward, waving his hand childishly, while smiling. "He will be bringing you meals for your first few weeks. I'm sure you guys will get to know each other very well."

Dr. Payne starts moving around the room like a madman, making me feel as if he should be the patient, here. Mr. Styles hands him a bag and Dr. Payne puts random little things in it, like shampoo, brushes, as well as some bed sheets. I am handed a white hospital gown.

"You can change behind that curtain," Mr.Styles says as he hands me the thin article of clothing.

I quickly run to the curtain and strip out of the ugly orange suit I was put in for court. It's very cold here, so when I come out, I'm shivering a little. Mr. Styles notices and runs to another drawer, retrieving a gray sweater.

"Here you go. Sorry, it's a little hard to keep this place warm."

I put on the sweater gratefully before my handcuffs are placed on again. The two men in white are replaced by women as we walk out of the office. I'm honestly thankful because I was getting worried that this place was ran entirely by men.

We walk down a long hallway before taking a sharp left into an area with a large G on it. I'm lead to room 25. As the iron door opens, I see my new living space. There are two cots in the room, but both are empty. That is, until Dr. Payne lays the bag of stuff on my bed. My handcuffs are removed once more and Mr. Payne explains a few things to me.

"Please remember, if you need anything, just ask," he says before leaving.

I was left alone.

All alone.