Our Happy Ending ¬ 8BitRyan x Reader

Chapter 16

I woke up drenched, sweating. What had happened? Where was Ryan? I fully opened my eyes to see that I was in a cell. A rather grey cell. I got up. My back hurt like hell. I looked at the bed I was sleeping on. No wonder why all my joints and muscles ache, I thought, I was sleeping on a hard wood bed plank that was bolted to the wall.

A woman then approached the cell door. She looked like a nurse. I had so many questions. Was in prison?

The woman unlocked the door. She had a name tag which read "Nurse brook".

"Your awake I see, you've been asleep for around 2 days now. " she chuckled

"Where am I?"

" where you've been locked up for the past 5 years. "

"Quit bullshiting me."

She sighed

" you're getting worse. You're in an asylum darling. " she said lavishly, I hated her already, that awful snobby air. That air of feeling like she was better than everybody else. I absolutely hated those type of people.

I looked around. She wasn't lying, it did look like it could be an asylum cell.

"Where is Ryan?" I ask

"Who's Ryan?"

"Don't play dumb. He's my boyfriend, or shall I say husband, we got married yesterday."

" you were asleep the whole of yesterday. "

"BULLSHIT!" I yelled

"I'm afraid your condition is getting worse. You are still hallucinating a lot."

" Huh? " i was confused, I just wanted to hug Ryan.

"Do you still have voices in your head?"

" i don't get it. I'm not insane. "

"That's what they all say." She said before walking back out the room and locking the door behind her.

Those last words I kept on replay in my head. Was I insane?

Of CoUrse You ARe

So I did have voices in my head. Had I really been here for five years? I started to panic. Did I dream my life with Ryan... It would make sense if I did... "You are still hallucinating a lot".... No, no, no.

I started to scream, I didn't care anymore. I started hitting the plain dark grey ugly walls with my fists, even if it did hurt and got me nowhere.

The nurse came back into the cell.

" come with me, you're going to have an interview" she said sternly

Why was i going to have an interview, if i had been here all along, what was the point?
She led my down the long dark gloomy cracked cold corridor lined with other cells. I peered into one of the cells, it contained a broken face. A pale yet familiar face. He looked down, traumatised and beaten. It was weird to think, every person has a different story to tell. I wanted to know his story, he looked interesting.

"Come along now." The nurse interrupted my thoughts abruptly . She was getting annoyed with me. It was clear she just had enough.

"I'm not getting paid enough for this" she mumbled sounding irritated yet depressed

I hurriedly caught up with her, not wanting to cause any trouble. She lead me further down the long passage until we reached a room with a massive glass window to look into the room. Inside there was a table with three chairs. One was currently occupied by a guy in a brown cloak. He had a stern look on his face. Nobody in this place looked happy. They all had lost angered troubled faces. The nurse opened the oak door.

"Go into the room" she demanded pushing me slightly into it.

I carried myself into the room, immediately looking at the suspicious guy in front if me. I didn't trust anyone in this building, they seemed all a bit too shifty for my liking. Then again I was in an asylum, what wasn't shifty about those places.

"Sit." The man spoke up, i most certainly didn't like him

People in this place really thought they could command you every five seconds to do something, it was ridiculous. I was already hating it here. There was no way i could've been here for five years, no way! Regardless, i still obeyed my orders.

"Tell me exactly what happened, don't miss out anything."

" about what? "

"Don't play dumb with me young one. You escaped"

"No, i was told I've been here all along"

He sighed heavily.

"No you haven't, you know that. Tell me the story."

I told him the story how i knew it, about how I had met Ryan and became close to him. How my cousin had gotten a boyfriend and how i was sure that she was to het married soon. But most importantly, how Ryan and I had gotten married and how I just suddenly passed out to then wake up here.

"Tell me what really happened. Your 'lucy and Dan' don't exist nor does your 'Ryan'"

"They do!" I screamed

" I'm afraid if you aren't going to tell me what really happened, we're going to have to kill you. "

"Uh, yeah, that's realistic, kill someone if they don't tell the 'truth' , what is this? Some sort of fanfiction, james bond shit!?" I shouted at him again

" you've broken a lot of laws outside of the asylum, not including breaking out of the place. It's too dangerous for you to be here, you're not ever going to learn. We have too many insane people these days to take care of. I'm sure nobody will miss a few, especially you. You don't have any family or friends left who'll come looking for you. " He stated smugly

"But-"

"No buts, that's final. Nobody will come looking for you and that's a fact. " He got up opened the door and called for the nurse to come back.

"It'll be tomorrow. Enjoy your life whilst you still have it." With that he left me with the nurse to walk back to my lonely cold cell. Lucy, Dan and Ryan do exist, they can't be fake. They must exist. Nothing can be that real, they must exist. They look, feel and just, ugh...

"THEY MUST BE REAL!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, as loud as i possibly could . The nurse turned round and stared at me, shocked at my sudden outburst. I wanted to scream and cry but i knew, there was no use in doing so. Nothing would change this evil twisted place, nothing.