Temptation [Harry Styles AU]

When most people graduate high school, they go to college, in hopes to pursue a career that could supply them with enough financial savings for the rest of their life, or to give them something to do; while having fun doing it. But, in my case I couldn't afford college. I wasn't given the luxury of the choice to choose wether or not I could go. Most people know that without a good college education, you'll never be able to apply for a high end job. I didn't know if I'd ever be able to find a job that could suit my interests, that is, until Glennsdale Mental Institution came into the picture. I've always had an interest in the terms "Insane" and "Psychotic." I guess curiosity can lead to places you never thought you would end up. My curiosity landed me a job as a Level 3 Nurse on the top floor of the Glennsdale Mental Institution, for the Criminally Insane. There are 50 floors in the Glennsdale Mental Insitution, each specified for a different category of Mental Illness. When I first applied, they were short handed in employees, now they have amble amount. When they took me in, I had only a diploma in a small town high school in Cheshire, England, I had just turned 18, and that was only 3 months ago.

"Sutton, they need you down in Cell 114. You meed to move Ally Wethers out, and down to the 47th floor. We have a newcomer coming in," Sydney, the head Nurse said, breaking me out of my daze. Ever since I started working here, I've only made two friends, Paige, and Sydney included. Even though she is a 40 year old woman, she is about the nicest lady here. I met Paige my first day, she helped me gain more confidence on being around the patients here.

"Mr. Blake will be down here any minute, you need to hurry up and get down there before he gets here," Paige said, walking through the doors of the Nurse's Office. I quickly hopped up, brushing out any of the wrinkles in my white uniform, before pinning my long chocolate brown curls up and out of my face.

"You've never said a word since I've met you. I know you don't talk much, or at all... But just try, today? Okay?" Paige said, looking softly into my eyes. I nodded slowly, taking in her words. I've tried to tell myself to start working on it, but I can't remember the last time I've had a conversation with anyone. Usually when I finally get close to someone, they leave me.

I slowly waved my hand, muttering the word "Bye" ever so quietly under my breath, to where only I could hear it.

I quickly walked out of the office, before sticking my hand in my pocket, clutching a row of sedatives in my hand, just in case.

My white shoes quietly tapped on the cold concrete as I walked along the corridor, the dim lights barely lighting the way as I walked. I could hear the mumbles and whispers as I neared the automatic doors of the Ward A. Each level has 3 Wards. They are categorized on the level of extremity of each person's mental illness. To determine which Ward a person will be assigned, is by studying their behavior, and if their behavior is above the extremity, they will be assigned Ward C. I, myself, do not have the access to Ward C. Rumor has it that on the bottom floor of Glennsdale, only a few doctors and a few guards are allowed access. The Ward C there is supposedly so horrible, the sight of it could put you in Coma. But I doubt that, even though I do, I don't plan on going down there. The bottom floor is located underground, so whoever is down there never sees the light of day.

I pulled out my I.D. Card and let the camera scan the code, before the automatic doors slid open, allowing me access to Ward A. Right when I walked through, they immediately shut behind me. The strong smell of Anesthetics drifted through the air as the patients in their cells mumbled and whispered to themselves. My anxiety began to build up in my chest as I slipped my card back into my pocket.

I almost had a heart attack when Mr. Blake's voice sounded from the speakers.

"I need all staff members down on the main floor in 10 minutes to welcome our new coming patient," he said, before clicking off the intercom. I chuckled lightheartedly to myself. I bet who ever it is really wants to be welcomed as a new coming mental patient, who will soon be forgotten in a matter of minutes.