5sos Imagines

The Asylum A.I (part 1)

In the cell …

(Y/N POV)

Lets just cut to the chase. I’m so called “insane”, I’ve been in this hellhole for just a month or so … I think they don’t have any clocks or calendars. But it feels like I’ve been in here for years. The food is shitty, we usually get a piece of bread but on good days we might get 2.

There are bugs everywhere and all we get to sleep on in our rooms is a small twin size mattress and a flat pillow that is probably stuffed with paper towels, and we cover up with one bed bug filled sheet. They could a least treat us with a little bit of respect and give use new sheets every day when we take our medicine before breakfast.

See I’m in this shithole because I apparently I murdered my father’s boss’s son. Which I did, but I have a perfectly good reason why…

1 month ago…  

I was sitting at my vanity getting ready for my family’s annual Christmas party. I put on my black dress with 3/4 sleeves and ends right above the knee. I started curling my long hair and bobby pinned my hair that framed the side of my face and started putting on a gold and brown smoky eye. After I finished I slipped on my white lace stilettos.

I walk down the stairs and see everybody looking up at me. ” (Y/N) you look so beautiful!” my mother exclaims. “Thanks Mom.” I say as I kiss her cheek. I walk over to the drink table and grab a glass of champagne. until I feel a hand around my waist. I turn around to see who it is… ugh.

"Michael I thought I told you to leave me alone." "But I miss you so much babe." he says. As he starts to kiss my neck I try to push him off. " Fuck off Michael." He grabs my hand and drags me outside to the shed. He slams me against the wall of the shed. I wince at the sudden pain of being hit on the back. "Michael stop!" I scream. He covers my mouth I can smell alcohol on his breath. " Come on I know you want me (Y/N)."

He starts to rip my dress open. I grab the closest thing I can reach, and I started to hit him repeatedly with it until he collapses. The last thing I remember is being called guilty even though I was defending my self from being raped.

Present day…

Now you know my story, the real story. I hear some one screaming I get up and look out the little windown. I see a very attractive boy in a straight suit get thrown into the cell across from mine.

(Written by xgalaxy5sos)