Mental ~ H.S

Chapter 22

  Annabelle-

My mind was completely blown by Harry's words. It took a bit to take everything in and understand what he has been through. I know now, I have judged Harry terribly wrong. I know he did what he did for his girlfriend but a part of me is a bit freaked out that he has killed someone. Surprisingly, that being said, his past doesn't seem to scare me away. Oddly, it pulls me more towards him and I feel connected to him on a deeper level. He actually trusts me to tell me his true story and let me into his personal thoughts. I couldn't be more grateful for that. I felt important and like I actually meant something to Harry.

His words proved everyone here wrong. All they see is a mental patient that is just like the rest here. They see a person who is kept to himself and someone who has a bad temper at certain times. They see someone who deserves to be here. Everyone here has labeled Harry as the freaky patient. That couldn't be further away from the truth now. I know it. Harry is someone with a rough past. I feel like there is still something he is possibly holding back. I can tell from the look on his face but I wont ask. He has said more than needed and I am proud of him for that. I would have never expected to know what he has just said and to me, that is more than enough.

Harry sits across from me, staring at me intensely waiting for what I have to say. I remain quiet for a few minutes because I am not quite sure what to say. Hearing about his past girlfriend, Angela made my heart ache for him and her. What happened to her is something no one should ever have to endure. The girl was already diagnosed with cancer but her ex jerk of a boyfriend, raped her along with Carson. Then her ex killed her like she was nothing at all. He should be here next to Carson because he definitely sounds like he isn't functioning right mentally.

I find myself wanting to help Harry now. I want to help him get out of her because after what I heard, he shouldn't be here in the first place. He was falsely accused of raping and killing Angela. Plus, he killed Scott, her ex boyfriend for her defense. He wasn't some sort of criminal going on a killing spree. This being said, I wasn't sure how I would help Harry exactly. I think the answer lies with Carson though. He was in on the crime and he knows exactly what happened that day. He could be the ticket to Harry's way out of here.

" Harry," I finally managed to speak up. My eyes met with his and I could see sorrow and anger swirling around in them. Talking about his past, has made him uneasy and I could see that. Of course, I do not blame him, I would be the same way. " I don't know what to say but I am sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry for Angela too and Stalin because she lost a daughter. I'm sorry you were accused of something you didn't do. I'm sorry for what you went through. And most of all, I'm sorry for accusing you of being the killer here" My words seeped out of my mouth. I truly met what I said. After this, I know Harry is not the killer.

And I will do what ever it takes to show everyone here that as well. They shouldn't be labeling him like that. He has done nothing wrong. Before I know what I am doing, I move my shaky hand and place it on top of his which is slightly balled up in fist formation. He seems to relax at my tough and his expression softens a bit. " Do you forgive me?" I ask him. " Annabelle there's no need to be sorry. You didn't do anything. If I were you, I would accuse me too," He said with a light chuckle that was barely audible but never the less, it was a laugh.

" Still. Do you forgive me?" I ask more urgently this time. He sighs and smiles a bit " Of course I do"
With that, I can't help myself but stand up from where I am seated and make my way over to Harry, hugging him tightly. After everything he's been through, he deserves a big hug from someone because hugs can make a person feel better, in my opinion.

He hugs me back tighter than I would have guessed and rests his head on my shoulder. I smile, as the ends of his hair tickle my face.
I realize Harry is no different from me and everyone else. After all, we are people in this world who want to be loved and accepted for who we are. We want to fit in but we can't always do that.

Harry himself is unique and he doesn't need to fit in. I accept him the way he is.
We hear voices outside the door and we quickly pull apart from our embrace. The door knob jiggled and in walks Jenny. She eyes me and Harry suspiciously but thankfully, shakes it off.

We look at her and how she looks so uncomfortable here in Harry's room. She's acting as if he is going to charge at her and kill her. I'm always so caught up in how Harry is such a genuine guy that I fail to realize all the looks people give him. It saddens me a lot because he doesn't deserve or need any of them. " What's up, Jenny?" I ask her, cutting into the awkward silence that over took the room.

" All patients in this hallway are to report to the fitness room. There has been new demands set for institutions through out the country. Now, all patients must engage in physical activities twice a week. And today is this Section D's turn." Jenny speaks looking at me and then to her clipboard. " I have gathered up the other patients in this hall and Harry here is the last stop."

I am thankful I have Jenny here to assist me with this. I didn't want to be the only one in control of the patients in my hall. As we walk out the door, Jenny looks back to her clipboard. " Oh yeah, I forgot. We also have three patients from the upper level joining us. Carson, Maximillien, and Troy." She reads off the names and Harry tenses from next to me. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be pretty.

We walk out and there are five security guards surrounding the group we will be assisting. I am sure five will be good to have around. No one can be sure what happens.

" Annabelle!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me and I know all too well, it is Martin. I smile, as he approaches me with a childish grin on his face. " I haven't seen you in like a billion gazillion million years!" He blabs and I force a laugh. Martin was sweet but he was too hyper all the time and he never made sense about anything. " Yeah" I speak, unsure of what to say. I look over at Harry and he rolls his eyes at the sight of Martin. He finds him annoying.

I wouldn't say Martin was annoying, that's mean but yeah he can be a handful. I look over to Jenny. " What fitness exercise will we be doing?" I ask her and she answers " Yoga"

Harry groans next to me. " You've got to be kidding me. I don't do yoga," He huffs under his breath and I shake my head with a laugh. I'll admit I wasn't expecting to have yoga planned for all the patients but hey, I hear yoga is a great exercise. So we will see what happens.

" YOGA! YOGA! YOGA!" Martin chants from next to me, causing ruckus among the group. " Someone shut that little shrimp up" A patient behind me speaks and I hated this. Patients here would always clash with each other.

Nothing that can't be handled though.