Chapter 1: "Welcome,to hell."
I was at my table in the common room,eating my lunch,staring at my wrists that were speckled with dots from the millions of shots of whatever they've shot into me "for my own safety." Straight up bullshit if you ask me,but whatever I love being high every minute of every hour of every fucking day. Sarcasm totally intended. By the time they let me out of this hellhole,if they ever fucking do,I'll probably be addicted to whatever the hell they're giving me every hour,if I'm not already.
I hear everyone else talking to one another behind me,until the P.A system has one of the nurses speak into the room,every room,and every cell.
"Attention everyone we will have a new 'member' (that's what they call us,members,cause if they call us sociopaths someone would probably kill the worker. They make us sound like this is a fucking union meeting) joining us in an hour,so instead of going to your cells we are allowing everyone 2 extra hours of common room time so everyone can meet him. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your time."
Oh joy, 2 more hours stuck in this set of white cement walls. Yay. I stand up to throw away the rest of my food and put my tray away. Once I do so I go back to my table,move all the chairs on the opposite side and stack them up,and push the table into the corner of the wall and sit on top of it just like I do everyday.
I pull off the weaved bracelet on my wrist, the only thing they let me keep when I was sent here. I flip it over and inhale the sent of my mother's perfume. The last thing I have of her,since they wiped my memory of all family or anything to do with people outside if this place,due to the fact they think I might kill them if they release me without me being 100% cured. The only memories I have of my family is my mother's perfume,the tattoo me and my sister both have,and the last day I saw the both of them,but I don't talk about it to anyone,cause I absolutely hate when someone gives me sympathy,it makes me want to hurt them and myself.
As soon as the clock struck 2 pm,a nurse came in to give me my stupid ass shot. She tried to make conversation. "Are you excited to meet the new member?" she asked as she pulled the needle out of my wrist. I shrugged my shoulders,then said "Eh,just another person to not talk to"
"Well that stinks,he was looking forward to meeting and talking to you." She said
"What?" I asked
"He wants to talk to you more then anyone here,he saw your case and thinks your innocent,and not insane,he mentioned you by name."
"Eh" I said as I rolled my eyes signaling her to leave me alone.
"He's getting changed into uniform and then getting sent in." she said walking away.
Then he walked in. Longish curly hair tousled on the top of this head,white uniform just like everyone else. I leaned my head against the wall,silently laughing to myself because Harry Styles "wanted to talk to me more then anyone else" yeah right he's probably just going to be a bitch and a major pain in my ass.
I keep my knees near my chest and my head against the wall as the cold December air cools my cheeks as it seeps through the cracks in the bricks.
"Hey,there gorgeous." He said as he sat down next to me.
(A/n: Yayy! a new fan fiction C= anyway love you guys!
~Kay )
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