Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 21

  Annabelle-

As I am hugging Harry, I am shocked at both of our actions but I can't find it in myself to stop it. It felt wrong but so right at the same time. I'm surprised at myself because I know how important it is to have a professional relationship with your patients. And Harry because he didn't seem like he would maybe like me in this way? I didn't get the vibe that he had any feelings for me but the fact that he initiated the kiss proved otherwise.

The door knob could be heard jiggling and we both pulled away from our embrace, as quickly as possible. In walked Leah, my friend and co worker. Harry and I tried to play it off like nothing was going on between us. However, I was slightly worried because Leah is the type of person who catches on to everything rather quickly. She stared at us for a bit, before moving on her to her desk and filling out a few papers.

I could see Harry roll his eyes at her and I gave him a look to stop it. Of course, he only smirked at my demand like his usual self. " You know that was a pretty hard hit, Annabelle," Leah spoke to me, from her desk. " Yeah. I guess," I replied to her and I could see her observing Harry. She knew this was bothering him because I know he didn't mean to hit me. " Just goes to show some people need to be watched at all times," She said scribbling down a few more things on a green a form. Her and Harry momentarily made eye contact and I knew she was thinking Harry was a dangerous person. I'm surprised actually that Harry hasn't said anything to her because he doesn't take shit from anyone. Maybe he was being quiet because he knew she was my friend but who knows.

" Any who, you're free to go Annabelle," She said, as she stacked some supplies in the cabinets. " Okay, thanks Leah," I said and she gave me a smile. I stood up and Harry did as well, following behind me. " Harry," Leah called out to him and he turned around to face her. " The guards instructed I put these on you, before you exit the room," She said, pulling out handcuffs from her uniform pockets. " There's no need for those, Leah," I reasoned with her but she shook her head. " I'm sorry, Annabelle. Those were the orders," She said, placing Harry's hands behind his back and cuffing him. His jaw clenched, as the metal pinched at his skin.

Harry followed me out the door, where we were greeted with security guards. They immediately took hold of him, guiding him back to his room. I walked a distance away from them, until we arrived at his room. Once we got there, the took the cuffs off his wrist and Harry, along with me, entered the room.

He immediately sat down on the chair and I took the one across from him. " So you wanna know?" He asked me and I already knew what he was talking about. He meant why he was here in prison. I nodded my head and he took a deep breath, getting ready to tell me the whole story.

" Alright, here goes," He started. " About a year ago, I started dating this girl named Angela. Turns out this girl was Ms. Stalin's daughter. Anyways, we dated for a few months and it was fun. She was a genuine person and she honestly made me happy. Well during those months we were together, she was diagnosed with Cancer. She actually had known about it for a while but she never told me because she was afraid I would end up leaving her. Angela had a tumor growing in her skull and as the days went on, her condition was worsening. She only had me and her mother to stand by her side. Of course, I never left her and I tried to make every day worth while. Everyone knew she wasn't improving and that things weren't looking so good. The doctors told us this and even though we weren't surprised, it was devastating. The doctor at the time said, there's no exact period of time she would be alive. It depended on how much she was able to handle. He said it could range anywhere from a few weeks to a year. At that time, I was so scared and I felt so helpless. Because before my eyes a girl I cared for was slowly dying. Then one day, I get a call from Ms. Stalin saying Angela was no where to be found. We searched day and night for her. Three days later, I get a knock at my door and it was Angela's ex boyfriend. His name was Scott and Angela had broken up with him because he was highly abusive. She never told anyone this except her mother. So I went to the place he wanted me to go. There was this other guy, when we arrived. . The other guy was Carson. They both had raped her, Annabelle, they raped her! I found her lying on the ground naked and distraught. My mind couldn't comprehend how horrible a person could be because her boyfriend knew she had cancer. She didn't have long to live yet they both raped her and mentally killed her." As Harry continued telling the story, I found myself in tears.

He continued. " My mind couldn't understand. The girl only had a little time to live and enjoy life to the fullest but they scarred her. She lay there on the ground crying and screaming for me to help her." He took another pause. I could see he was trying hard not to cry in front of me.

" Then Scott killed her right in front of my eyes. Furious, I charged at him and attacked him. That bastard Carson fled like the pussy he is to this day. I did something then. Something bad, Annabelle." Harry said looking at me straight in the eyes. I knew in my gut what he was going to say but I wasn't ready to admit it.

" I killed her ex boyfriend, Scott. I beat him to death. Before you go on and say anything let me continue. I know you might say why am I here and that I was only protecting my girlfriend and I shouldn't be convicted. I sure as hell wasn't supposed to be convicted. Turns out Scott's father was a criminal detective and he was of course furious that I had killed his son. That bastard hid all the evidence that it was his son who killed and raped Angela. He turned it of me saying I was jealous that Angela had left me to get back together with his son and that I murdered them both. There was no going back then. All the evidence was pointed at me. It was horrible enough I lost Angela but then I was looking to thirty years in prison. Ms. Stalin, of course knew I was innocent and that I would never hurt Angela. She couldn't believe I was being held this crime. The following day I was placed in a temporary cell, until my court date was set. The day before the court, I met with my lawyer and Ms. Stalin. She told me she was running a a mental asylum here and that it was my only was to escape prison. My lawyer agreed with this and said it was either this or thirty years in prison. The three of us made the decision to suggest mental incapability to the judge the day of the court."

Harry stared at me in the eyes but I couldn't give him a response. He continued to speak though.

" The day of the court came and I remember I was incredibly nervous. Before sentencing me to prison, the judge asked if there were any last words I had. My lawyer pleaded mental for my condition. I was then sentenced for months of observations to see if I really was mentally ill or just faking. Thanks to Ms. Stalin and her being the warden here, she was able to get find her way around these tests and people. After all those months of running tests and sitting in a empty room by myself, I had another court date. There, the person in charge of announcing my condition, announced I was mentally unstable. And here I am today. I didn't kill Angela but I did kill Scott, however I wasn't supposed to be charged because he killed my girlfriend. I never did see that fucker Carson, until today"