Psychotic

"Get the f*ck-" He immediately stopped as he didn't recognize the new woman that had entered his cell. He set down his book, which happened to be the only book he had so he knew how it ended, on the ground next to his mattress. Rosaline stood at the man's doorway with two small paper souffle portion cups, one with pills and the other with a small amount of water in it. She had been assigned cell number 347. A man by the name of Kit Walker was in this cell, she had been told, and he was locked up in here for murder and drug addiction. This man was tall and dark. He was extremely handsome and it sent chills down Rosaline's back.

"Who are you?" He had stood up now and was walking over to Rosaline but she took a step back and gave him the two cups. She was told not to talk or look directly into the eyes of patients unless they were misbehaving. He gladly took the pills but threw them over his shoulder while drinking the water. They told her never to tell him her name. That if he knew it, then the devil knew it.

"Who are you?" He repeated. Rosaline stared in shock at his actions. Her hand automatically went into her nurses coat as she remembered the needle one of the other nurses gave to her. Use it if they don't listen, she said, always keep it on you. Kit's eyes instantly fell to her sudden move. He knew exactly what was in her hand, it had been used on him so many times before. He quickly reached forward and took the needle out of her hand without injecting any into his system then smashed the green liquid over his shoulder next to the pills. Again Rosaline was shocked. What was she to do now?

He walked closer to her till she was against the now closed door with both his hands on either side of her head and repeated himself again but this time with a stern tone, "Who. are. you."

Rosaline's breath hitched as she saw how close their faces were. Her nose almost touched his. Her forehead almost touched his. Her lips almost touched his.

His eyes seemed to harden as he peered into her soul. Fear laced every inch of Rosaline. She was never told what to do in a situation like this and it scared the sh*t out of her. He shook her violently making her close her eyes as she felt her face getting hot.

"Rosaline. It's Rosaline."

She felt his body heat leave her proximity and she slowly opened her eyes. He had taken a few steps back and was smirking deviously.

"Well, Rosaline. Welcome to hell."

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I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER KIT WALKER THE PRODUCERS OF AMERICAN HORROR STORY DO BUT THIS WILL BE NOTHING LIKE THE SHOW.