minty × harry

three - blue paint

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The white haired woman with the different shaded eyes and I sat there on that scruffy bench simply laughing about the silly observations we made. I noted there that Minty Rose was the best psychopath I'd ever met, I also noted that Minty Rose was the only psychopath I'd ever met.

At dinner time I met Minty's friend, Louis. He looked a bit older than I was, with brown hair and shining blue eyes. I couldn't see what could possibly be wrong with a marvel like him. My question rang true because when he spoke his voice was a velvety overcoat and I quite frankly loved hearing it.

Louis Tomlinson was in the institution for bi-polarity and depression, he was in Ward C along with Minty.

The odd thing about my experience is that the two people I was talking to were actually pretty normal, which left me thinking, "by Jove! I must be insane."
As the initial shock wore off I began to finally see the bigger picture. They were all human, certainly not normal, but none the less human, just like I was.

Dinner sped by. The food tasted like cooked up vomit and the only tasteful thing around the dinner table was the conversation.

Minty and Louis had a third friend, I think her name was Annabelle but she never spoke. I didn't mind, Annabelle was schizophrenic, most of her hallucinations were auditory. Minty explained that she didn't speak because they'll punish her. Annabelle barely had any eyebrows, and I didn't know why. Louis must've noticed because he said something like:
"Don't stare. It's how they punish her."

Annabelle joined the Ward C group, making me feel a bit inferior toward them all.

I couldn't sleep that night, I had too much to think of. Theories were swimming around in my head and after three hours of tossing and turning I asked one of the nurses for a sleeping pill and that concluded that.

I woke up the next morning barely remembering a thing. My roommate was an old woman who barely had a facial expression. She just sat there all day, miserably watching the same television program again and again.

Breakfast consisted of roasted cardboard coffee and small talk with Louis. Minty didn't show and I was somehow disappointed. Louis explained she'd caused a riot last night and needed some time to think. (in institutional terms that meant her sedative hadn't worn off.) Louis assured me that she'd be in Arts & Crafts later that day, and I smiled knowing I'd see her again. And I did.

The day dragged by, and noon it was time for Arts & Crafts. Some of the fairly's were immensely excited, a little boy who's name was Daniel was extremely excited. The Ward A's were all silent, whispering to each other. The insane's looked drained, even Minty Rose with her bright eyes and her even brighter smile looked drained.

I sat down next to Minty, remaining silent as I watched her gently swaying the pencil accross the canvas. What she drew surprised me, it was a face; her face actually, and all these colours were streaming from her eyes, her eyes looked like the galaxy. She looked over to me and her eyes were alarmed, she took blue paint and threw it all over the canvas.

"Why'd you do that?" I finally found myself asking her.

"It was ugly anyway." she sighed, and tore off the page. As she did, I couldn't help gazing at her wrists. They were still red and vibrant, I don't know why she didn't bandage them.

"I didn't think so." I replied simply, still not removing my gaze from her wrists. She abruptly grabbed mine and pulled up my sleeve, letting out a sigh of relief as she did. I'm not sure what she saw, because the only thing on my wrists were a couple scars and a stupid smiley face Anna drew earlier. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, still holding my wrist in her grip. She finally lets go, laughing bitterly.

"Sorry about that, Harry. Sometimes I forget that I'm not the only one who drags a blade accross their skin for fun." she continued to bite her lip, I was afraid it was going to burst and then we'd have blood on the canvas. I didn't want blood on the canvas..

"No worries," I shrugged, "how do you.. you know.. shouldn't the nurses have taken your blade?" I found myself asking, and pinched my side because I was being nosy.

"I cut with whatever I can find," she shuddered, "can't handle the open spaces."

"Oh." I replied lowly, "how'd you know I used to?"

She laughed, but the bitter laugh she used before. "You're in a mental institution, Harry."

I felt a bit offended that she thought of me like her. I quickly shook off the thought since I didn't want to believe just because I was sane and she wasn't that I was at a higher level than she was. At that moment I felt immensely sad for Minty, she was such a fragile, messed up soul.

I spent the rest of the day walking around the institution, I didn't stop when I entered Ward B, and nor when I entered Ward C. I stopped in front of Ward D's door though, I didn't dare enter it though. Looking back at the blandness of the C Ward, I sighed and sat down on the chair closest to my behind. I felt a bit out of place and I was half and half afraid of what the nurses would do to me if they found me here, but other than that, I was pretty serene.

After about five minutes of pondering, I rose once more, walking along the doors of Ward C. All the doors had the names of the patients inhabiting them, unlike the A Ward. I stopped in front of a yellow door labelled, Minty Rose, 00342. I slowly opened the door, Minty wasn't in and I noticed that she had a room all to herself. There were no real evidence that she lived there, the bed was neatly made and the sheets had bloodstains on them that I assumed would never come out. I walked to one of the drawers and opened it, all of her pills were stashed in there. I sighed, but it came out more of a stifled laugh than an actual sigh. Next to the bed was a picture of a girl and a woman that resembled Minty a lot, a tiny note was attached to the picture.
Get well soon!
Love,
Mum xx.
2012-01-03.
I froze when I read it, Minty's almost been here for almost three years? I felt like I had intruded her when I stepped in and now I was looking at her things, I felt ashamed.
Minty stepped into the room, looking up at down at me with her profound eyes, chewing on her bottom lip.
We didn't say a word.

"You should really drink those." I said, gesturing to the pills. She shook her head.

"Why?" Her answer was simple, but so noteworthy.

"They're supposed to help, you know?" I replied, she nodded.

"That means you should take them." She continued to chew on her bottom lip.

"Go back to your ward, Harry. You're not supposed to be here." She looked down, and didn't say another word. I obeyed and stepped outside. The last thing I remembered seeing was Minty Rose in tears, her eyes weren't as bright as they once were, and she looked truly, truly broken. I was reminded that Minty Rose was not an average woman, but a mentally unstable one. I was reminded that I was not at home, or at her house, but I was in a mental institution.
And that made me immensely sad, because I was here and not home. I deeply longed for Insley and his shitty demeanor, for my soft bed, and for my clothes. I longed for my morning tea, and I longed for my bathroom. The showers here were overcrowded and cold, it had only been two days but I was already starting to miss being normal Harry Styles, not Harry Styles, 00445.

hey omg i know this is kinda lame?? and theres barely any dialogue, but idk i think this is going to be more of a thought-fanfic than a dialogue one if that makes sense!!
anyway i hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully its long enough, also i hope its not too boring.
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