Psychotherapy || HS

Nine

HELLINGLY ASYLUM

Maximum Security Ward for the Criminally Insane

SESSION EIGHT / EMERGENCY CONFERENCE

 

Harry still hadn't cut his hair, but he seemed to like it, so I didn't ask about it. I knew he was itching to get out of here, but it wouldn't do him any good. "If they prove that I'm not insane, what happens then?" He asked me out of the blue. I sat next to him, his feet behind my back while he laid back. He'd gained the lost strength back, his tattoos clinging onto his skin. I scrunched my eyebrows. "Oh, c'mon, Soph. You and I both know that I'm not insane. Just disturbed. What happens to me?"

"You go to prison for life."

"Oh." He sat up and clasped his hands together. "Would you visit me in prison?"

I was never one to make promises I couldn't keep. But I had a feeling that I might actually keep this one. "Probably," I didn't want to give him false hope even still. He nodded and sat up.

"Where is this session supposed to go today?"

"I wanna talk about your family more, Harry. This isn't a resolved issue." After sighing, lightly punching the couch, he picked at strings of the pillow and agreed. "Okay. You told me how you basically tormented your sister while you were young. What about your parents? Did you do anything to them, or were they surprised when you seemed to have suddenly snapped?"

Harry cleared his throat and sat forward, clasping his hands together. His hands are impressively large, fighting each other for dominance before the right hand took its place as first. Harry always seemed to be stressed to some degree. Whether it be minimal or a great amount, Harry was always stressed. And he still hadn't slept. The Book of Isaiah says that there is so rest for the wicked. Perhaps that is why Harry can't sleep. Not because he is afraid of the only person he trusts leaving him, but because he truly is wicked.  "Okay, um. Well, I was a kiss up to my mom and an asshole to my dad, that's how you get what you want. Plus, I wanted my parents to get divorced so I could be the pity child."

"Interesting."

"Don't interrupt. Anyway, my mom would always defend me and my dad would argue with her. Gemma wouldn't listen because she knew what I was trying to do and kinda ignored the shit out of me since I killed her pet."

"Did you hate your family?"

Harry made a face and shook his head, "Now, you're being one of those people. It's not personal, I don't really hate anyone. It's impulse, enjoyment. I would kill the president of the United States if there wasn't so much security and all. Not because I don't like him, because I just like killing. It's literally nothing personal. I like blood under my fingernails, you know?" I didn't know, but I decided not to say anything since I knew it was rhetorical.

A knock on the door created shocked silence in the room. No one is allowed to interrupt my sessions, especially not with Harry Styles. Another knock forced me to remove myself from the seat beside Harry and open the door to Doctor Harmon, another doctor at the asylum. "Doctor Harmon, I'm in the middle of an important session, can this wait?"

Hazel eyes glittered with impatientness and irritation. People were angry with me. I did not know why, nor did I know how, but people were angry. "No, there is an emergency conference and we are waiting your arrival." He poked his head through the door and whispered, "It's about him."

I had to hold in my laugh on his bad whispering, knowing that Harry could probably hear and say something about it. And, he did. "You know, you guys do a lot of fucked up shit in here. Feeding us that mess and trying to get us to interact. We are murderers, sociopaths, liars, whatever, we are human. Therefore, I can still hear you with my very working and very human ears, jackass."

"Harry!"

"No, it's fine. I know how kids are." Harry stood from his seat, I could nearly smell his anger. I gave him a look and he sat. "He's trained?"

"You're very unprofessional. I'll get my things." Closing the door, I went over to Harry who was becoming red with anger. "I don't have time, I don't think, to talk about the assholiness that is stuck inside of that man, so we can wait for next week when you've cooled down. The guards are going to take you back to your room and then to lunch once our time is truly up. I'll see you in a week, Harry." I gathered my things while Harry was placed back into handcuffs, we walked out together and parted when the halls became a three-way intersection.

The meeting room contained all the same people, including the Styles family, who all gave me weak smiles. "What is this meeting about, exactly?" I asked.

"It's about whether or not you should keep your job, Sophia," Doctor Harmon spoke up. Even Bing was here, sat very far away from my chair, but still here. "You haven't placed Harry on medication. Why is that?" Everyone looked over at me and I cleared my throat in the deafening silence.

"Well, at first it was because I didn't want him to suddenly close up on me. Now, it's because I don't believe Harry is truly crazy. Disturbed? Yes. But insane? No, I don't believe it. He's a unique patient, his sarcasm and needing to back talk is a defence mechanism. He's hurting somewhere deep inside, but he refuses to admit it. He's strong mentally and physically, but he isn't crazy."

Bing chuckled in the background, "Well, ain't that a bitch?"

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q: why do you think everyone is against sophia treating harry?

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