Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 19

Annabelle-

  I had a pounding headache, most likely from the fall to the ground. Who ever that person was, he seemed like someone strong and rough. Niall and I entered the elevator and headed for the upper level. I sighed to myself, as we waiting for the doors to close. Once we were on the upper level, we made our way to Ms. Stalin's room. Niall knocked on the door and we heard a faint " Come in"

" Are you guys alright?" She asked looking at our worried expressions. " Someone attacked Annabelle in the bathroom and she's gotten these two notes today," Niall spoke for me, handing her the pieces of paper. She took them from his hands and took a moment to read them off. We sat down and waited for what she was going to say.

" Well?" Niall asked, when we received no answer from her. " I am afraid, I don't know what to say," Stalin spoke, as she thought about this. Every day this place was becoming more dangerous than ever before. I'm actually starting to get too frightened to come here and work anymore. " I'll deal with this," Ms. Stalin spoke and I guess there was nothing left to say. " Niall make sure you get Annabelle to the nurse," Ms. Stalin told Niall and he nodded, as we left the room. My arm was really sore and I could use an aspirin for my headache.

We got to the nurse's office and I laid down trying to relax a bit. " You sure you don't want me to stay with you?" Niall asked and I nodded, assuring him to go. I didn't want him to stay here because of me, I know how busy he was. " Go back to work Horan!" I ordered him playfully and he laughed, saluting me , before he left.

I somehow fell asleep, dazing off into a world of rainbows and unicorns. Not really though. Never the less, it was relaxing being able to get my mind off a few things. Once I was certain I felt better, I headed back to my office to get a few more things done. I sent Ms. Stalin the complaint about Harry's behavior I witnessed and a few more on some other patients.

My office phone rang and I picked it up. " Hello?" I asked to the person on the line. It was one of the security guards that were in front of Harry's room. He said Harry wished to speak with me. I wonder what he could possibly want. " Alright. I'm on my way," I answered him and shut the phone. I sighed and grabbed my notebook and clipboard. There was a gut feeling saying I will be needing my clipboard.

After locking my door, I proceeded to walk to Harry's room. To be honest, I was incredibly nervous because you just never know what to expect with Harry. I know I said this a billion times already but he was so different than everyone here. I got to his room and passed the guards. " Call us if you need anything," One of them said and I nodded. I'm guessing they said that because of Harry's outburst from before.

When I walked into the room, Harry wasn't lying down on his bed or writing in his journal. Instead, he was seated on one of the chairs at the table, staring directly at the door, waiting for me to come. His piercing stare gave me chills running down my body. " Annabelle," He bluntly spoke. " Harry," I mimicked his tone and took a seat across from him.

" I'm not happy about you calling those guards in to sedate me," He said and I shrugged my shoulders at him. " It had to be done. You were out of control," I replied to him. He didn't look the least bit impressed with my answer, giving me a rather long roll of his eyes. I can see his jaw start to clench, indicating her was holding himself back from saying any rude remarks. " Never the less..." He trailed off, running his fingers through his hair. I watched him carefully as he did this because he seemed nervous. " I wanted to talk to you about something," He said and I sat up.

" Although, I am not over you accusing me of being the killer, I want you to know what I am going to tell you. I don't know, I feel like I need to tell you it." He said and I was really confused because Harry was starting to beat around the bush. " What is it Harry?" I asked him and he sighed, before giving me an answer. " I'm going to tell you why I am here"

My eyes went wide. He was actually going to tell me?! Ms. Stalin doesn't want anyone to know and I never thought Harry would tell me himself. He was so closed up and I never id see this coming. " Y-you are?" I asked, completely shocked and he gave me a head nod. " Why? Why would you tell me?" I asked him. He thought about this for a bit, before replying to me. " I have to let it out to someone and Annabelle I don't know it's hard for me okay? I thought about what you were telling me and I am closed up. Maybe I don't blame you for thinking I was the killer because I never told you why I am here in the first place. I am that guy that's always kept to himself, writing away in his journal. Your words hurt okay but I guess I don't fully blame you. It's partially my fault as well. I'm sure you noticed but I hate talking about personal stuff like this. I don't know... I guess. I guess my heart is saying I can trust you." Harry rambled on.

This confession was so shocking to me, yet it made me really happy. He trusted me enough to tell me something completely personal to him. Maybe I was wrong about Harry. He said he knew in his heart he could trust me. That was really sweet. I don't know what I was feeling right now. It was a strange feeling I truly had never felt before. I leaned my hand over the table and placed it on top of his, giving it a light squeeze. " Harry... you can trust me. I promise you can trust me." I spoke and he gave me a smile.

" Can we go to the garden? It's getting stuffy in here and I'd rather get some fresh air, while I'm telling you," He said. " Yeah, of course. Lets go," I said and we got up to leave the room. The guards followed behind us, as we made our way to the garden. My hands were getting sweaty and my heart was starting to pound. Harry was going to let me in on his secret. I was so nervous of what it could possibly be.

We got to the garden and I took a seat but I noticed Harry didn't. His eyes were wide and I followed my gaze at what he was looking at. It was Carson, he was out here as well for his free time. I just realized Harry has never seen him yet. " Harry?" I called out to him but he didn't answer. Instead, he did what I never expected. He charged at Carson, knocking him to the floor. " IT'S YOU?! I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU," Harry screamed at him, knocking him with numerous punches.

The guards ran over to where they were now lying on the ground. Harry hovering over him, slamming his jaw with his fists. The guards tried prying Harry off of him but Harry fought back. " I WILL MURDER YOU, YOU UNDERSTAND?!" Harry shouted at him, as he fought away the guards. They pulled Harry off of him and held him back. Once they thought Harry had finally calmed down, they let go of him. It was the wrong choice because he lunged back at Carson. " YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID?! YOU HAVE THE DECENCY TO ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOME MENTAL FREAK?! YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ME!" Harry yelled some more.

Everyone's attention was turned towards us. " Harry, Stop!" I screamed, as the guards tried pulling him off. I shoved my way through them, trying to get to Harry. I grabbed him from around his chest, urging him to stop it. " Harry, stop! You will get into more trouble, STOP!" I demanded him. " Get off me Annabelle! Get off me, so I can show this bastard what he deserves!" Harry yelled back at me.

I didn't know why he was acting like this and what he could possibly want with Carson. " Harry please!" I said as I urged the guards not to sedate him. I didn't want him to get punished. " Annabelle let go of me!" Harry yelled as he swung a punch to Carson. His elbow smacked into my face, hitting me back. I lost my balance, hitting my head against the wooden Bench, passing out.