Mentally Unstable (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Six

I rolled over to my side, yawning tiredly. I was trying to sleep, but for some reason I couldnt seem to close my eyes for long.

Louis was fast asleep, snoring loudly. It was fucking annoying.

I rolled over again, pulling the blanket up more, when I heard the door click.

I quickly pretended to be asleep as I heard footsteps come into the room.

The hallway outside the door was dim, so barely any light entered the room. I swallowed, looking at the people who entered the room.

"Which one?" Someone whispered.

"Go for Tomlinson, we'll come back for McCann tomorrow night." Another voice replied, making me shiver a bit.

I watched as they headed towards Louis' bed, leaning over him.

"No, No! Please no!" Louis screeched suddenly, before his mouth was covered.

I watched in horror as he thrashed around, being dragged off the bed, and towards the door.

He looked terrified as they took him away.

My heart was beating wildly, but I managed to get to my feet, somehow gaining courage to follow them secretly.

I opened the door and followed them down the hall.

We passed alot of doors along the way, and went down about four hallways, before we arrived at a room with a window between, so you could see inside.

I watched as they dragged Louis inside, shutting the door.

I ran over and looked through the window, swallowing as they strapped him on a bed, grabbing some helmet thing.

One doctor turned around, and I realized it was Harding.

What the hell?

He was saying something, but the room must be sound proof, because I cant hear anything.

He turned some knobs on a machine, and I watched as Louis thrashed around, looking as though he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

His mouth was foaming up, too, making my stomach twist in sickness.

I couldnt watch anymore, so I bolted back towards the room, almost tripping as I ran.

I closed the bedroom door, grabbing a random object for protection - just in case they try and take me - and hid under my blanket, curling in a ball.

I dont know how long I was curled up for, when I jolted at the sound of the door opening and a shuffling of feat that followed.

I peeped to see them dumping Louis in the bed, before leaving, laughing under their breath and closing the door.

I sat up instantly, staring at Louis.

His eyes were wide open, and his legs and arms were shaking.

I got off the bed, walking over, "Uhm, Louis?" I asked, standing beside him.

"It's all in my head, it's all in my head, it's all in my head...." Louis repeated under his breath, still shaking, "all in my head."

I swallowed, "Hey, come on, snap out of it." I poked him.

Louis shook his head, his eyes watering up, "It's all in my head, all in my head. All pretend. Just pretend. Stop pretending, Louis. Stop it." He mumbled, giving me the creeps.

He suddenly began punching himself in the side of his face, "Stop talking! Stop talking! All in my head!" He screamed at himself.

What did they do to him?