Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

It was two in the morning when I was placed back in my room. Louis was still fast asleep, with the TV on, playing some movie as he slept.

I climbed into bed, as Liam shut the door behind him, leaving me alone - with Louis.

I sighed, grabbing my iPod and headphones, putting them on and playing my favorite song, Replay - Jason Derulo.

After pulling the blanket I brought from home - the one my grandmother knitted for me when I was six. I was glad she made it so big, because it still covers me, well most of me, my feet poke out the end, but that's okay, sleeping with the blanket over my feet makes me feel suffocated.

I felt at home as I smelled the familiar smell of the air freshener my Mum uses, on the blanket.

I will admit I missed home, and felt home sick, but I still hate those idiots for sending me here.

I'm sure they'll realise how important I am and send for me to come home.

I closed my eyes, just as Guy Sebastian's Like A Drum began playing.

Morning

in the morning, Louis and I were given pills to take. I disliked the idea, but took them, before we were told to go to the dining room for breakfast.

Louis seemed cheery to see me, as he always is cheery by the looks of it, and he led me into the room happily, taking a spot in the line with me as we waited to grab our breakfast.

I stayed quiet, due to having a funny feeling after taking those strange pills. By the time it was our turn, I wasn't too hungry, just sticking with some fruit, which is odd, I normally eat loads.

Louis led me to a table, where Harry and Zayn sat. I smirked, noticing the light traces of bruising under Zayn‘s left eye.

Zayn eyed me as I sat across from him, while Harry ate quietly.

"Hey guys." Louis beamed, sitting beside me, "What's up?"

"Harding is back." Zayn whispered, causing Louis to wince, and Harry to choke slightly on his cereal.

"Who's Harding?" I asked, flicking my fruit around.

"He's an old bold guy, and he's a head doctor...." Louis whispered, "He believes in old methods... they say that he does shock therapy, and sound wave stuff... Michael, one of our old friends, told us that's what he did, and he hasn't been the same since Harding did it to him... he was sent home, but he's practically too scared of everything..."

"That makes no sense, and Dr. Payne said that its illegal and they don't do it here." I stated matter-of-fact-ly.

"Well Harding does it without anyone knowing." Zayn rolled his eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders, smirking.

"Shit, there he is." Louis pointed.

I looked to see a man around the age of sixty, no hair, a small scar bellow his left eye, standing beside a table closest to the door. He looked around the room, eying everyone like they were prey.

"Dr. Evil." I laughed.

"Don't joke about him, he seriously is capable of some bad things." Zayn glared at me.

I stood from my seat, "We'll see."

"What're you doing?" Louis widened his eyes, trying to stop me as I began marching towards Harding.

I ignored Louis, standing right before Harding.

His piercing blue eyes landed on me, and he gave me a small glare.

"Can I help you?" He grunted, crossing his arms.

"I heard you do shock therapy." I said boldly, not afraid to push some buttons.

He lightly smirked, looking me up and down, "What room are you in?"

"96B, now, if you do shock therapy, does Dr. Payne know about it?" I replied, un-phased by his look.

"What Dr. Payne doesn't know, won't hurt him," He leant down to my ear, before whispering, "but it'll hurt you."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, dumbass."

"Watch your tone." Harding growled.

"I'll be telling Dr. Payne about all this crap, then." I shrugged, beginning to walk off.

"You'll regret that decision." He muttered, walking the other way.

-

After breakfast, I'd noticed that Louis, Harry and Zayn had practically avoided me, which didn't bother me, due to the fact I don't like them.

I skipped lunch, and spent most of the day in Louis and I's room, drawing with the crayons and drawing pad Alex gave me.

It was nice to be alone, and have me time. There was a knock on the door, in which I chose to ignore, but it didn't stop Dr. Payne from walking in.

"Jason, you have a therapy session now." Liam smiled.

I shrugged, "So?"

"Nice drawing...." Liam looked over my shoulder, staring at my drawing of an old fashion Horse and wagon, "Do you draw to keep your mind of things?"

I shook my head, "No, I draw because I like to."

He nodded, "well come on, time for a therapy session." He gently pulled at my arm, causing me to stand before he led me out of the room, and down a few halls.

"Do you know Harding?" I asked Liam.

His grip tightened around my arm, causing me to wince a bit.

"Yeah, not a friendly doctor, so I suggest you stay clear of him." Liam stated firmly.

"Oh, well he's already threatened me. I asked him if he did Shock Therapy, and he pretty much said he did."  I said as we stopped beside a green door.

Liam pulled me to look at him, his face firm, "Jason, I'm serious, stay away from him. I won't say much, but you really need to be careful."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

Liam sighed, opening the green door and leading me in.

A blonde, young man sat on a chair, pen and paper in hand, and a couch beside him. He smiled at me as I entered.

"Hello, the names Niall Horan, I'm going to be your therapist while you stay here at Starlight Ward." His accent wasn't British, nope.

"You sound like a leprechaun." I said, allowing Liam to seat me on the black leather couch.

Niall laughed, "That's because I'm Irish."

I shrugged.

"I'll be back in an hour to see how it went." Liam said, before walking out, and shutting the green door.

"Now, get comfortable, Jason, I've got a lot of questions." Niall smiled.

Author's Note; Short, I know, but next chapter you find out some hidden things about Jason :)