Behind Bars (Just Another Secret Sequel)

Chapter 2 - That's Not Right

Jai's POV
'I didn't enjoy it.' I thought to myself. But in reality, I did. The feeling of peeling off his rough skin, crimson blood draining from his body slowly onto my clothing. Seeing the life being drained from his eyes. Every piercing scream, begging for me stop made the grin on my face bigger. All I felt was pleasure. The pure feeling of hatred mixed with pleasure.

But that's not right. It's not normal to feel like that. I should have hated every minute of it, every minute of what shouldn't have happened. But I didn't. And that's not right.

I'm not a psychopath though.

"Of course you are."

I tried to ignore the voices. Did I mention I've developed schizophrenia? It happened after a few months of being in this wreck of a place. I'm sane. Well, I was.

"You're a wreck Jai, not this place."

"FUCK OFF!" I screamed to the sinister voices coming from inside of my disarranged mind.

I need to stop talking back to them. If I want to get out, I need to at least seem somewhat sane.

"You can't and you won't."

I shook the monsters away. It serves me right.

My thoughts were put at a halt as my cell door was opened.

A/N: Even though this fanfic is set in the modern times, I'm going to say the conditions in a mental institution are the same as they were in the 1900's to make the story more interesting.

My guard, Isaac, was standing there with a straight jacket in his hands. I sighed. This was the usual routine. Every time I was to go to the cafeteria, library or to the shitty activities held, I had to wear a straight jacket. The reason for this is because I've tried to attack other patients before. The way they looked at me, as if I was manic. Their threatening eyes put me off, and I lashed out on at least 3 people before I got restricted.

"They wrote your name in this one buddy, it's all yours." Isaac smirked.

I hate him more than any other guard, and the other guards are pretty shitty also. He's a total asshole but can get away with it as he's a worker here.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." I spat in his face.

He rolled his eyes as I turned around so he could put it on me.

He pulled at the straps really tight causing me to inhale a sharp breath.

"Can you fucking not?" I raised my voice at him.

"Just doing my job." He said carelessly.

After he finished, he motioned towards the door and I headed off towards the hallway.

Isaac firmly grabbed at the back of my collar and walked me to the cafeteria.

I sat down in my usual space, in the corner on my own. I wasn't hungry for the shit that they feed us, I was just curious to know more about my own cruel mind.

I sat and thought for a while. Why I did what I did, escape plans, how much I hate Isaac, and Ellie. I crave her. I need her to be here. I crave her body, her lips, her touch. I need her now.

She hasn't been to visit me for two weeks now and I'm starting to lose hope that she's ever going to come back.

If she doesn't, then what? She's the only thing I wake up for everyday, hoping she might just turn up. If I never saw her again, I don't think I would last in this place.

I waited two years. Every day I wondered if she'd forgot about me, if I was ever going to see her again. When she turned up one day, I felt sick in love. I couldn't believe it was her. She hadn't forgotten about me.