Misfits

Chapter 12

[ Alice POV ]

One thing that I always forget, is the next day. My head was pounding and my stomach was turning, oh fuck. And in the next few seconds I was out of bed, emptying my guts into the toilet in the corner. After a few minutes of that, I just slumped against it, but finally crawled back to my bed and curled up, clutching my stomach in hopes of not getting sick again. And then past the awful headache, was an image playing in my head of Louis and I in the library..

Shit, I kissed him.

And..he kissed me.

My headache worsened at that thought for some reason, but I couldn't help the smile plastered on my face, you know, despite the pain I was in. Oh god, I needed to see him, but my body said otherwise, the nausea simply worsening whenever I got up. Finally, the nurse visited me and made me swallow some pills, drowsiness almost instantly setting in.

I couldn't help but wonder, as I felt my eyes failing to stay open, who the nurse and guard were talking about. New patient? Psycho? Oh god, they've found another crazy to stick in this hell hole.

"I can't believe they haven't stuck him in jail, he's insane, but he doesn't belong here, he's a damn criminal." "Everyone will be safe, he's going to be under top-notch security. You have nothing to worry about. And-"

But after that, I was gone, the image of Louis' lips pressed against mine filling my dreams.

*A month later*

Nurses, guards, other staff members were all in the main hall, rushing around and obviously worried about the arrival of this new patient everyone's been talking about. Nervous babbles of reassurance and instructions filled the air, and I watched the scene unfold from my spot in the common room. Louis was with the guards, standing by the doors of the common room, making sure no patients from in there ran out to cause more chaos. I gave him a wave this morning, and he flashed a quick smile before getting caught up in the waves of people in the hall.

It had been a month since we kissed, and I still thought about it constantly. He never brought it up, and neither did I, but the countless times I've caught him staring at my lips whenever I would smoke has confirmed my ideas, that he obviously still thinks about it too.

But I couldn't think about that now! A psychopathic criminal was coming here, and I honestly couldn't tell whether I was nervous, scared, or excited. This would make things somewhat more interesting around here. I thought people were scared of me, I couldn't wait to see people's reactions and expressions around this one.

"Boys! Get the front doors open, he's here." Miss Constance's voice rang through the hall, everyone silencing, the sound of her heels echoing against the walls as she walked to front. Doors were open, and I got up to get a better look. Light flooded in as soon as the doors opened, a slight breeze blowing in from the outside. The guards all moved to front, allowing me to slip outside of the common room and stand along the wall beside it's doors.

From here, I stared at the doors, the sound of some car doors slamming shut breaking the silence. "Welcome, we'll have him escorted by our best security from here. Yes, of course." I heard Miss Constance outside, exchanging a quick conversation with the police escorts. "They'll take it from here, have a nice day sir." I watched two muscular, tough looking men walk outside from the crowd of guards, Miss Constance issuing them instructions before walking back inside.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, nodding at the rest of the staff. "You all know what you're needed to do, just do your job." The staff all nodded, no other response was needed, and then everyone's attention was back at the front. My heart was racing, I was practically dying to see this newcomer.

And then he walked in, handcuffed, and the two guards gripping onto his arms to prevent any escape. Someone stepped in front of me, and I stood on tiptoe to get a glimpse.

He had long-ish dark hair, tattoos painted all over his skin, and was obviously taller than me. My heart actually stopped, and I couldn't breathe as I stared at the sight in front of me.

"No." I dropped to my knees and I felt it coming, I was panicking. "Fuck, please, NO!"

And then the dam broke.

A blood curdling scream escaped me as I broke down into sobs, gasping for breath as I sobbed and screamed, collapsed on the floor. Next thing I knew, someone was at my side, holding onto me and practically chanting my name. "Alice. Alice. Alice." I screamed more, tears streaming down my face. I struggled against whoever was holding me, thrashing and kicking about to be let loose, all the while screaming still. They were talking to me again, but I wasn't listening, I just wanted out.

And then I felt a sharp pain prick me for just a moment, and then everything went black.

[ Louis POV ]

Everything was quiet and somewhat calm, and then a patient lost their fucking mind. I rushed to the scene where the screaming and crying was coming from, pushing through the crowd of people standing in my way. "NO!" She was screaming on the floor, shaking due to the sobs racking her body. I fell down beside Alice and grabbed onto her, calling her name soothingly, trying to relax her somehow. "Alice.. Alice c'mon. Alice..."

But it didn't work, instead, I made it worse. She struggled against my grasp and continued screaming, just calling more attention to the scene. "Fuck, nurse, help me please." I reached out to the one closest to me, her reaching into her pocket and pulling out the needle. "Hold her still.." She was kneeled next to me and I held onto Alice, making sure her arm was still, and then the needle sank into her, knocking her out almost instantly.

Alice was limp in my arms, and I stood up, carrying her. I couldn't help but wonder what she had a fit about, but that wasn't the main concern right now. Her guard approached me and I handed her over to him reluctantly, watching as he carried her away to her cell.

And there, she would wake up strapped to her own bed, until they felt it safe to release her. Fuck.

So I walked off once he was out of sight, looking for Dillon. The patient had been taken to his room already, now was the time to ask. Luckily, I found Dillon quickly, him standing in the common room in his usual spot.

"Dillon!" He looked up and smiled, nodding at me. "Hey, nice job, first time dealing with a crazy going crazy." I nodded and frowned at his comment, but disregarded it and stood next to him, looking around. "Yeah, but I was wondering.." "About the new guy?" I nodded and looked up at him, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah, tell me about him."

"Well, his name's Kellin. Kind of came from a screwed up family and-"

My eyes widened and I shook my head, "Wait, fuck, Kellin?!" Dillon nodded, his eyebrow raised as he continued. "Uh yeah, he went nuts just a little while ago, about killed someone too." "Thanks, that's all I need to know."

I rushed away from him, groaning as I leaned up against the opposite wall, my mind driving me slightly crazy due to the thoughts swarming me.

Alice. Fuck. That's why she had a fit. I couldn't let him near her. Ever. All I knew now, was that if he laid a finger on her after what he did to her, I would kill him.

No hesitation.