9- Age: 18 years old ll Harry Styles
Shit. My body hurts right now, and I just need something to take the pain away. I groaned rolling over on something hard and I groaned, feeling pain in my chest. Lifting my hand and placing it on the spot that hurt, I hissed in pain once again, feeling something grazing my chest.
“Fuck.” I cursed.
“I see that you are awake.” the voice says.
The voice was deep and raspy, giving me a feeling of uncertainty around it. I slowly pulled my eyes open, looking up at the voice and seeing that it was him. He was looking down at me, with that smirk on his face that he would always give me before he either hit me, or was just being verbally violent.
“It took long enough for that medicine to wear off.” he spoke as he circled me.
“Where the hell am I?” I asked sitting up and hissing in pain while doing so.
“You know where you are.” he spoke. “Look around you.” he said motioning around with his hand.
I looked around and saw the room I was in. It had the different colored cats and planes around on the wallpaper, and the yellow and green beanbags in the corner where I used to sit when I came back from school. I have always loved cats, but since my stepfather was allergic to them, or so he said, I couldn’t get one. I looked over to the bookcase and saw that my favorite book was always the one sitting in front of the rest, letting my mum read it to me before I went to bed. But there was a few things missing. The bed was no longer there, and the telly wasn’t there anymore either.
I got up and walked or more like wobbled over to the door on the side and grabbed it, feeling a shock go through my body. He looked at me with a sinister smirk on his face as I was being electrocuted and the power just go to be too much and once again, I saw the darkness that always comes to haunt me.
Age: 18 years old ll Louis Tomlinson
“Louis?” a voice asked.
I opened my eyes and looked over to where the voice came from, and a confused look crossed my face. Who were these men, and what did they want. Oh no, they were the police officers that were at my door before I passed out. What did they want to tell me? Was someone I knew dead, was someone that I cared about on death row?
“I’m Special Agent Horan, and this is Special Agent Malik, we are here because you passed out and we needed to ask you some questions.” a voice said.
I looked up again, seeing a man with blonde hair, but you could tell that it wasn’t natural because his roots were brown. His eyes were a piercing blue like mine, but possibly brighter, and he was well built. He was wearing his uniform, hat in hand by his side, and his other on his gun. My eyes went wide when I noticed that his hand was on his gun, and I began to move, but I felt something around my wrists. I looked down and saw that I was restrained to the bed. I looked up and shot them a confused look.
“You are probably wondering why you are restrained to the bed?” he asked.
I nodded my head and he proceeded to tell me.
“Well all patients need to be restrained to the bed when being questioned so they won’t get upset and hurt the other people in the room.” he explains.
Wait? Patient? A patient in what, the hospital? Where the hell am I and why am I restrained and being called a patient?
“You are at North Celerity Psychiatric Hospital.” explained the one with the dark brown, damn near black hair.
My eyes widened and I started to lose control. I couldn’t understand why they would put me in here, I’m not crazy. I pulled on the restraints, trying to free myself from this place, but the harder I would pull, the more it would hurt. Their eyes widened, and they got up, going over to the door while one of them kept an eye on me. He yelled for a nurse and told her to come quick, and when I saw her come in the room with a syringe, I lost it. I hate needles, and I have a huge fear of them, like it’s crazy.
“Alright Louis, it’s okay. This will help you calm down okay? You may feel some slight pain for a few seconds, that’s just the medicine settling in your system okay?” she says as she sticks me with the needle.
I close my eyes and groan in pain as I feel the pain she was talking about. There is nothing slight about this pain. It’s annoying and it hurts so damn much. I can feel the veins in my neck begin to show and that’s when I knew that I will be stuck in this place. Feeling myself become calm and my body starting to give up, I groan and close my eyes, just letting the pain take over.
Age: ? ll Unknown
I watched as I saw him slowly falling asleep against his will. My eyes began to swell up with tears and I couldn’t control the anger that I was feeling against the, for doing this to him. I can’t stand to watch it, so I turn my back to it and cry into my hands.
“Honey, you can’t just stand here and watch it happen. You have to let it go, okay?” another nurse said.
“I know but I can’t believe I just did that, and he didn’t even recognize who I was. It just hurts so much Natalie. I don’t know if I can do this.” I sob.
“It’s okay hun, I know you do it. You did it when he first got here, you can do it many more times after that.”
“I don’t know if I can. I love him too much.”
Hello there! Sorry for not updating Monday, I had a choir thing around the time I was going to type this up and update it, but choir took over that. It’s a once a month thing. But anyway, Thanksgiving break is coming up, and that means next week my updates are going to be various, and have no particular update pattern, but when I come back it will be every day except Sundays.
But who do you think that the Unknown person is? First person to get it right, will get a dedication in the next chapter.
Also, I am going to be starting a new book soon, I hope you will read it. But if you want to be a character in it, then just let me know. Here is the summary basically:
~~~~~Have you ever wondered if you were real or not? Do you see things that others don’t and they think you are crazy? Do you do things that you think are right, but others don’t? Well then you have the same problem as Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson. They are roommates in BlueDridge Psych Ward, and they have the same problem. Do you think they are crazy? Or do you think that they are just trying to find something no one else sees? Read on to find out about this dynamic duo. ~~~~~
Would you read it? Let me know in the comments below, and if you want to be a character, let me know as well. Thanks guys! Much Love! And you are beautiful always!! <3
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Silent Life
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson; eighteen years old, but hasn't talked in ten years. Not a peep was heard from the young boy, but when a friend moves in next door, will he help Louis get over his problem?