A/N: Sorry but this chapter will be a bit shorter than usual. I'm a bit busy at the moment.
Chapter 3, Harry's P.O.V ( Ahh finally!):
It's been one week. One week since they have released me from the horrid and devastating Glendale psychiatric hospital. Fuck- I don't even think I belonged there in the first place. All they do is control you, " Don't do this, Don't do that, Eat this, take this medication, go to sleep". They treat you like you're some fucking animal or something like that. Fuck no- I don't need you to tell me what to do, you don't own me. Even though some of those people probably think they do- especially the warden and the head nurse. They have fucking problems too, don't tell me they don't. Them acting all high and powerful like a god, pretending they are much better than everyone who is labeled as "Crazy" and " Psychotic".
Also They also never let you have any privacy, I mean how could you ever have any type of privacy when there are nurses, doctors, psychiatrists and guards in every hallway and every corner? There would be constantly some guard patrolling every part of the building, so if you tried to pull any funny business, and tried to escape, they would catch you and horrendously torture you for a punishment. Which I don't think is in anyone's right mind to do. Torture someone until they learn their lesson? That doesn't seem humane to me. Ha, and those people think they got it all figured out, they are liars and shouldn't be trusted one bit. Why are they liers? Because they lie to the public by saying how much they care for their patients and how they treat everybody like they aren't insane, just treating 'us' patients like we're normal human beings. Which there you have it. They lie all the time. I was in that fucking hospital for 3 years. THREE FUCKING YEARS. That was three fucking years of pain, loneliness, hours being sad and depressed, not being able to know what freedom feels like anymore and pain, pain and more pain. And to make even worse- No love what-so-ever.
You don't realize what freedom is until you lose it. Freedom is what keeps a mind sane, I think. Wouldn't anyone feel crazy and mind boggled if they weren't free in life? Freedom is what makes you, you. What would anyone's life be like if they didn't have freedom. It would be terrible and unruling. Not being to make your choices, like you're some puppet and people are constantly controlling you. Its almost like someone else rules you. Decides whats right or wrong and whats I guess what I'm trying to say is that, I was lost without freedom. I finally get do something without being escorted to place to place by a guard.
Why was I in there in the first place? To be honest I have no clue anymore, Sure I have done bad things. But that is for me to know and for anyone else to find out.
The only thing that kept me going was that one night when I saw Christine Williams on the TV, She was so beautiful. It was like a dream, She's the type of girl I could only dream of saying she's mine. Ever since then, I promised to my self that I would find love, and she would be mine, she would love me the way I need to be loved. And I would love her the way she should be loved. Not by that dickhead of a boyfriend she has. I can do much better than him. I will bring her to places she's never been, do things she's never done......
But, before I make my moves, I have to get rid of obstacles first. That means getting rid of anybody who thinks they can take her away from me. I'll kill them, I'll take them away from her, It's very elementary. I have a plan, a plan that will finally make her mine. But, I wouldn't be able to do the things I'm going to do without the help of my old mate Louis Tomlinson. He'll help me, I know he will, even if I have to make him help me.
A couple hours ago as I was looking through a box , I found an address book. But, in that address book I found Louis's address, I hoping he's still living there, other wise I have no idea how I would be able to find him. He haven't talked since- uh, the accident. We've lost contact since then and this address is the only thing that's going to help me find him. I'm driving to the address right now actually. About two hours to go and I'll be there.
***** Two Hours Later****
"Knock Knock, Anybody Home?" , I shouted while I knocked on Louis's old address's door hoping he still lives here. I heard footsteps approaching the door. " One second!", a female shouts. Slowly the door opens showing a young woman's face. " Hello, can I help you?", She says with a suspicious look on her face. " Um yes, I'm checking if someone still lives here, his name is Louis.", I simply say. " Oh my god, Harry? Is that you? L-Louis!", She shouted. Oh I forgot about Louis's girlfriend- Eleanor. " What is it babe- Oh my god, its you.", I knew that voice and face from anywhere- Its Louis. " Hello Styles- What do you want?", Louis said as he wrapped his arm around Eleanor's body, in a protecting mode. " Louis, I have to speak with you- Alone.", I said with a stern face while looking the two of them
A/N: Hey, Sorry it was short. I think I'm going to update tomorrow, bye :) ~ Belle.
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Psycho Stalker
Fanfiction" You don't know how fucking crazy I've driven myself over you- but, the sad thing is, you just don't know and you never will. You see, I have a war in my mind"
