Madhouse

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

*Niall's Point of View*

I was in the middle of my conversation with Ms. Blud, the warden, when there was a knock at the door. The warden told the person to enter, and they slowly turned the knob, and walked in.

Well fuck. She was beautiful. She was about the same age as me, maybe a year younger. She had long brown hair, that was a mess, which was no surprise from the conditions I've witnessed while being here. She was tall and thin, but from the look of her body type, she was at one point strong. Her eyes were beautiful, she clearly look tired, or that she just woke up from a short nap, they were a greenish brown color that made her eyes look deep, or that she was looking into your heart to see if you were real or not, see what your true intentions were.

"Avery." The warden says, and I stand, when I do stand her eyes are about level with my nose. "This is Niall, Niall Horan, he's going to be your new therapist."

I stick my hand out to her, to shake hands. "I'm Niall, it's nice to meet you Avery." You can visibly see her tense, in fear or panic, I'm not sure, but you can clearly tell she doesn't like the idea of a therapist. "Do you want to get started with today's session?" I ask her softly.

I notice her eyes focus on something behind me as I'm talking, but I choose to ignore it. After a moment, she nods slowly. "Fine. Let's go." She says softly, clearly not wanting to. I grab my brief case, and nod to the warden, and I follow Avery to the therapy room. We walk in and I close the door behind me. I sit down in the chair across from where she is sitting, and I take out some papers, to take notes.

I start by asking her simple questions, the first being, "Can you please tell me your full name, and why you are here?" I ask her softly.

"Avery Elizabeth Adams. I'm here because they think I'm depressed." She says in a cold tone, but not looking me in the eye. I nod slowly, and start to ask her if that's all, but she continues. "They think I'm speaking to the devil." She says this in quotations around her head. "But I have no clue where that idea came from." She look away, and towards the windows.

This time, I don't ignore the blank look on her face, and I turn in my chair, and look out the window, but I see nothing out of the ordinary. "What are you looking at Avery?"

She shakes her head and says nothing, looking away quickly, and looking back to me. "Nothing. Just outside. It's so nice out, and we never get to go outside."

I sigh and nod, standing up. "Then let's go." I grab my brief case and nod to her as she looks at me with confusion. "You want to go outside don't you? We can go outside to finish our session."

She nods slowly, and stands, following me out of the room. We walk down the barren corridor, hearing some screams from the patients in the health hallway. Lord knows what's going on in there.

We walk to the main door, and she stares at it for a moment. "You're serious? You're letting me go outside?" She asks, backing away from me.

I nod, "We are going to out out on the front lawn, to finish our session. Don't even try to run okay? Or else we can never do this again. Understand?" I tell her seriously.

She nods immediately. "Yes. Yes of course! Thank you so much!" She says excitedly, and I push the door open, and lead her outside to the front yard.

She follows behind me slowly, and then stops once we reach the grass, and I can see her wiggle her toes in the grass, and she takes a deep breath. "How long have you been here for?" I ask her suddenly.

"Time is relative. I have no clue. I think it's been 6 months maybe." She shrugs, and lays down on the grass, and I smile, glad I could make her happy. I sit down also, and take out my papers, and a pen, and I take notes on how she behaves. She lays in the grass for a while, not saying anything, she just stares at the sky, watching the dim sun move across the sky, in this late spring afternoon.

I see and hear her take a deep breath. "How are you feeling Avery? What do you feel right now?" I ask her softly.

"I can hear the birds chirping, and smell the water of the lake." She starts to say. "I feel at peace, for the first time since I was forced into this madhouse. It's relaxing, and refreshing. I feel happy."

I write down everything she says, and I start to get the feeling that she's not actually depressed, this place is just making her feel that way. "Avery? Were you diagnosed with your depression before or after you arrived here?" I ask she softly.

"After. It was two weeks later. I wouldn't eat, hardly left my room." She sighs and sits up. "According to them, all the classic signs of depression. You don't think I'm crazy do you? I swear it's this place making me crazy!" She groans, and tugs at her hair, which doesn't help how messy it is.

I don't respond to her last question. How does someone respond to that? Yeah, I think you're crazy! You live in a mental institution!

She sighs. "Don't answer that." She says, clearly annoyed, so she picked up on my pause to answer the question. I write it down in my notes, patient is observant.

Our session continues for a while and I can feel my stomach growl. "Okay, I think this is enough for today. Why don't we go lunch, yeah?"

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A/N:

Hi everyone! Sorry it took so long to update! But i hope you enjoy this chapter, I know these chapters are boring, but I promise they will speed up and get more interesting! Thanks for reading and leaving comments!