Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 17

  Annabelle-

" GET THE FUCK OUT" He screamed at me, teeth gritted in a angry matter. Quite frankly, I don't care who he is, I will not let him disrespect me in such a way. He was exactly like those people who thought they had control over me. Maybe it was my fault I ticked him off by calling him crazy but he had it coming. Now he's just confirming my suspicions. He's no different than the rest of the patients here at the institution. I was guessing Leah and Jenny were right, you can't just assume someone is a good person. Everyone has their dark side to them.

His back was faced to me and I could see him running his hands through his hair. He always had a habit of doing that, when he was frustrated or just plain annoyed. " Did you not hear what I said? Go!" He called to me. I don't know where this boost of confidence came from but I liked it because I walked up to his tall, intimidating figure and grabbed his arm, making him look me straight into the eyes. " You're just a patient. I am in charge of you," I spoke bitterly and he shook my arm away. " To hell you are." He replied to me.

The more he stared at me, the more frightened I became. What ever ounce of courage I just had moments ago was flying away quickly. I hated that Harry had this effect on me, he made me feel so inferior to him but I wasn't supposed to be. He made me angrier by the moment and I just wanted to tick him off now. He was already like a ticking bomb ready to be set off so it wont be hard at all. " You think your not crazy? Your little scene moments ago just proved it! You're no different than the rest of the patients here. So I suggest you quit acting like you're better than anyone!" I said standing my ground, under his intimidating stare.

He just shook his head at me. " And I thought you were different as well," Harry scoffed at me, pacing around the room now. What did he mean? I wasn't two faced and I have always been the same person. " Excuse me for doing my job," I defended myself. " I have the right to be suspicious of you," I answered him and he rolled his eyes at me. He took long strides and came back over to where I was. " That proves you weren't the person I have spent the last few weeks with. If you really listened to me and knew me, you would have never have accused me of this in the first place," He said challenging me.

" Don't go playing victim here," I replied to him. " You are always closed up and you never let anyone in. Maybe, if you actually told me what you were feeling, I would be actually able to understand you and what you were feeling," I returned my words at him. " Well I guess that's too late now, huh?" He asked me, staring at the ground, watching his shoes. " If you think I am the killer, there's nothing left here to say"
What was that supposed to mean? He never has anything to say, anyways.

" I didn't say you were. I just said I had to consider everything," My voice came out weak and shaky now. Harry's gaze returned to me and his expression was unreadable like always. " That's fine, think what you want Annabelle but while you waste your time thinking it's me, the killer can strike at any moment. And then you will be truly sorry for ever accusing me. You're sitting here accusing me but when you end up dead or raped or some shit, don't you fucking come to me!" He yelled and his voice held pain inside of it.

" Why do you care anyways?! Just mind your own business and stick to being a patient! Maybe I will end up dead but why do you care?!" I said letting my emotions get to the best of me. " MAYBE BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU OKAY?! " He shouted at me and I was surprised. He actually cares about me. " Maybe I don't want to see you dead! I don't wanna get the news you've been raped or some shit. Do you get it now?!" Harry said.

He walked up closer to me and it was becoming more intimidating. " You're so blind, so naive Annabelle," He said. I scooted back away from him. His words cut through me deeper than ever. Everyone I knew my whole entire life always pitied me and I didn't want that. They always made me feel so weak and fragile. I was done with that.

I took one look at Harry and I seen someone different than him. The person that stood in front of me wasn't who I thought he was. He was just so incredibly confusing, I just don't understand him. " Just forget everything, you understand?" He demanded me and I looked him in the eyes. " I don't need you. I don't need someone who doesn't trust me. Just leave already," He said turning away from me.

Maybe it wasn't the right thing to do to accuse Harry but I had to consider everything. No matter what I do, I always seem to be the bad person around here. I don't know. There's evidence that leads to Harry but here he stands in front of me, pouring his heart out to me and I see a broken person. I don't see a killer, I see a damaged yet beautiful person.

Maybe Harry was blinding to me. This is what Leah and Jenny kept warning me about. They told me I was blinded by Harry and the way he talks with him. Harry never talks to anyone around here except me and Ms. Stalin. I guess I was the only person here who he could communicate with and maybe I kept him from going insane. And maybe I just ruined that.

He stood in front of me and I could see he was done with me. Leah told me not to let my feelings get to the best of me. They never said this but I know Niall, Leah, and Jenny think I am too blinded like Harry said. I never see the bad in people, despite everything that happens. Harry he was a genuine person to me but he was here for a reason. There was a horrible reason behind his stay here in the institution and that was something I just couldn't understand.

" Tell my why you're here," I demanded to know and he turned back around to face me. " That's none of your business," He snapped at me and I was a little taken back. " Tell me now," I said in a more controlling voice and he cocked an eyebrow at me, stepping closer. " You think because you have some clipboard, a journal, and a precious work outfit that you can control me?" He asked seeming a bit offended.

" You are a patient here for the last time. I do control you," I stated and grabbed my clipboard. " And I will definitely be documenting your little outbreak, Harry." I told him, clicking my pen and getting ready to write this new information down. It was like someone inside of him snapped. " Really, Annabelle?" He asked and I nodded. " Does it look like I fucking care to you?!" He asked, grabbing the clipboard and smacking it against his leg, causing it to break.

I stood there in complete shock. " Who do you think you are?!" I asked him, furious that he just did that. I could care less about the clipboard but that was disrespectful to me. He treated me like I was nobody. I haven't been working here so Harry could come along and act like he can run things.

" Ask yourself that," He hissed into my ear and sat down on his bed. " I actually thought you were different. I thought you were the one person here that actually had some faith in me and saw the real person inside of me. They all think I'm crazy here but I thought you were different Annabelle. When you listened to what I said, I genuinely thought you cared. Looks like I was dead wrong."

His words hurt me. I did care about what he said and I did care about his stories. " Stop treating me like I'm the bad person here!" I yelled at him and tears began to glide down my cheeks. Maybe everyone was right, maybe I am too weak for a job like this. Harry had managed to break through my barrier and he found my weak point. He makes me feel so small next to him.

" You don't get to cry Annabelle. Don't think I'm going to pity you, after everything you just said," Harry said walking over to me. " I don't need your pity you pompous bastard!" I yelled at him through tears and that was the final hit for me. I was surprised the guards haven't came in here and did something to control him.

I signaled them in and Harry gave me a confused glance. " What the fuck do you thin-

" Guard please sedate this man. He's having terrible outbreaks and I think he needs some resting time, he's really stressed," I ordered them and they nodded. Harry stared at me with wide, surprised eyes. I bet that surprised the hell out of him. There was no way I was letting someone like him walk all over me. " This isn't fucking funny Annabelle! This is how do deal with problems?! You run away from them well guess wh-

He didn't have time to finish his sentence because the needle was injected to his skin. His eyes began getting heavy and he gave me one last glance, before closing them up. His feet failed him and the guards caught him, setting him down on his bed. The room was finally peaceful and quiet and Harry was long gone in a heavy sleep. I hope when he wakes up in a few hours, he realizes he needs to control his damn anger because he's acting like a lot of the insane patients here.

The guards stepped out of the room and left me there with Harry. I walked up close to his bed and watched him as he slept. His body lay there lifeless and unaware of anything.

" I'm sorry but you forced me to do this , Harry," I spoke knowing he couldn't hear me. Then I turned off the lights to his room, making it pitch black and left the sleeping man on his bed.

I sighed to myself, once I exited the room and locked the metal door.