Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 20

  Harry-

My fist knocked into the bastard's face but my elbow smacked into something else. I snapped my head around to see it had been Annabelle. She lost her balance from the impact, hitting the bench, and then passing out completely. I jumped off Carson and made my way towards her, only to have the guards hold me back. " Get the fuck off me!" I snapped at all of them. " I have to make sure she's okay!" They grabbed me by my arms, pulling me back by force and I felt so helpless at this moment. I watched as Annabelle lay there unconscious and looking so vulnerable. Why am I always hurting the people I never mean to hurt? This wasn't meant to happen, I never meant to hit Annabelle.

She will most likely hate me, once she wakes up from all of this. One of the guards around me blew a whistle, signaling for back up to attend to Annabelle's needs. I so desperately wanted to stay next to her, make sure she's okay, and let her know how truly sorry I am. It's my damn fault, we should have just stayed back in my room. This would have never happened, if we would have stayed there. I would have never saw Carson again and Annabelle would be awake right now.

Guards came rushing outside and made there was to where Annabelle's body lay. " Just let me see her!" I begged helplessly to the guards but they just tugged me further away. I watched as they held her and took her inside, heading towards the nurse's office. This was all my freaking fault, god why am I so stupid? I'm not worthy of all of this. I'm just some fucked up man living in a caged cell. That's what I am.

" Your ass is in some deep shit," One of the guards snarled at me, as they shoved me inside. I cringed as they handcuffed my wrists and placing my hands behind my back. They never handcuffed me before. " Should we sedate him?" They asked each other and I prayed they didn't do that. I had to make sure Annabelle was okay, I just had to see her. Also, I want to tell her everything. I was finally going to open up to her but this shit happens and she ends up unconscious thanks to me.

I could clearly see Ms. Stalin rushing down the halls, making her way towards me. " Harry, what happened?!" She demanded to know and I was almost raging at this point. That was him! That was the man we both despised but she didn't know him. I guess I couldn't blame her because she doesn't know what he looks like.

" Ms. Stalin, should we sedate him?" One of the men asked her and she shook her head no. I mentally sighed in relief because let me tell you, getting sedated was no fun at all. Someone is forcing you to sleep and plus when you wake up, your arm is incredibly sore. " I'll take him from here," She said to them and she followed me inside of my room, shutting the door behind us.

" Harry you don't usually act like this. What happened?!" She demanded to know. I ran my fingers through my hair, tugging at them so hard, they could fall out sooner or later. She stared at me intensely, as I took a deep breath, before speaking up. " Carson is him!" I yelled. " Carson is the one that escaped and was left unpunished! He's half the reason for your pain and my pain! It's him! He's the one that fled away from my hands!" I threw my words at her.

She opened her mouth to speak but I continued to talk. " Carson was his right hand man!" I said almost screaming. My mind was so blurred that I had finally came across him. I couldn't believe it was him again. Stalin began to tear up and pretty soon she was a waterfall of tears. I sighed as she cried. This was all too much for me. " I never thought I would run into him again but guess what, that's him. He has to pay the price. Don't tell me you're going to let him get away with this?!" I asked her.

" Meredith don't you see? We have him in between our hands. Let me end his ass so Angela's soul can finally be at peace!" I demanded and she cried harder. She placed her hand over her heart, taking a seat. " I can't comprehend..that he's the one," She finally spoke out and I nodded along with her. " He was part of the cause of all her pain," Stalin said but she was talking to herself.

She pulled out a picture from her pocket and I assumed it was Angela. " I'm so sorry, sweetheart! I am so sorry!" She cried over again, kissing the picture repeatedly. I don't understand why she's sorry, she hasn't done anything. This wasn't her fault. She stood up and made her way towards me, handing me the picture.

I stared at the picture. I haven't looked at a picture of her so long. " I'm sorry Angela..." I mumbled to myself, letting tears drip down to the picture. It's been about a year, since she was last alive. I handed her back the picture. " So what are you going to do about Carson?" I asked Stalin and she shook heard. " I feel so powerless. There's nothing I can do. It's not my choice! He was declared mentally ill...I can't do anything," She spoke letting her tears spill over, once more.

We will have to think of something soon. " We will figure something out," I assured her and she nodded, gratefully. She was about to walk out of the room but I stopped her. " I need to see Annabelle," I spoke and she gave me a confuse look. " Please, I have to see her. Alone."
She sighed but then nodded, agreeing to my wish.

She led me out of the room and to the infirmary. " Leah please leave the room and let Mr. Styles have a few minutes with her," She spoke to one of the workers that happened to be taking care of Annabelle. " But Ms. Stalin, he's-

Ms. Stalin shook her head at her. I knew the girl was thinking I was crazy or some shit. She thought I would hurt Annabelle purposely but she couldn't be more off. " It's fine," Ms. Stalin assured her and they both exited the room, shutting the door behind them.

I peered around the room and stopped, when my eyes laid on her. There she was laying down, sound asleep, looking as beautiful as ever. My heart ached knowing I caused that to her. This is why I don't like to get involved with people but with Annabelle it's different.

I don't know how to put it though. There's feelings that I can't describe.

To make it simple, she's just what I needed right now. Slowly, I made my way towards the bed she was laying in and sat down on the side of it. Her faint breathing could be heard and I hesitantly reached over and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. " I'm sorry, Annabelle," I spoke quietly. Could I? No, I couldn't.

Aw to hell with it, I placed my hand over hers. " I know you can't hear me right now because your sleeping," I trailed off and I found myself becoming nervous. I usually wasn't nervous about anything but this girl...she had this weird effect on me. I don't know what you would call it.
" I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you," I continued talking to the sleeping girl next to me. Why couldn't I say just what I wanted to? " Um, I know I probably give you chest pains because you certainly give me them. Annabelle, you're always asking pointless questions and I know I say they're annoying but it's one of the things I like about you. There's a lot of things I like about you, actually. Like the way you play with your fingers, when your nervous. Or the way you blush so easily. I like your smile, Annabelle...I like it a lot. I've never told you...just how happy you made me her. Sometimes I can't even tell it to myself. It's hard for me, Annabelle. I hope you can understand that. I'm not a man of feelings and love....oh love isn't for me. I'm a closed up man like you said I was. But I wanna change...for you Annabelle."

She began to stir in her sleep and I quickly pulled my hand away from hers, in case she would be mad. I was shocked when she grabbed my hand back. Her eyes began to open and soon I was met with her gaze. I was worried, it was my fault she was woken up. She's only been sleeping for like 15 minutes and she's supposed to be resting.

" Harry?" She spoke faintly and her grip on my hand tightened. " I'm sorry," Was the first thing I said. She stared at me for a few moments, taking in everything that has happened. " It's fine, you didn't mean it," She quietly said and that made me smile a bit. She didn't hate me...okay we're making progress here.

" Are you feeling better?" I asked. " Is your head alright?" She smiled and simply nodded. I couldn't help but smile, when she smiled, it was contagious. " Why did you hit him Harry?" She asked me and I didn't want to open up this conversation right at this moment. " You just get better and once you're out of here, I'll tell you everything."

She simply nodded again. I hesitated but I moved my free hand to gently stroke the side of her face. When she didn't move away, I continued doing that and she closed her eyes. Eventually, she sat up and I was kind of uncertain at first if she could sit up. She hit her head pretty hard. "I'm okay," she said, as if she had read my mind.

She still held my hand in hers and it gave me a warm feeling on the inside. Slowly, I found myself getting closer to her body. I moved my hand to cup the side of her face and leaned in. My lips touched her soft ones and I liked the feeling...I liked it a lot. She moved closer to me, kissing me back. I kissed her with as much passion as I could possibly gather up and her hands moved around to around my neck. Moments later, we pulled away and I rested my forehead against hers.

I saw both a happiness and fear in her eyes. She can't deny she enjoyed it, almost as much as I did. However, I knew she was afraid because a worker and a patient aren't supposed to be kissing but I couldn't help myself.

I leaned in and placed a small kiss on her lips.

Unexpectedly, she threw herself into my arms, hugging me. I was surprised but engulfed her in my arms, as she rested her head against my shoulder.

In those few minutes of me holding her in my arms, I could say I was happy.

She was exactly what I needed.