Asylum // L.S.

He mouths something. Six words. Six words that seem too impossible to be true. Six words that bleed hope into my soul. Six words. “You’re not crazy. I love you.” †††††††††† He didn't belong there. Harry was framed. For killing five people, a woman and man, three children. A family. His roommate, the boy goes by the name of Louis. Twenty two, quite small, looking lovely on the outside, wars in his mind on the inside. †††††††††† "I don't even belong here," Harry snarled, glaring at the feathery haired boy in the corner of the room, who seemed to be endlessly giggling. "You will belong here soon. This place messes you up." "I didn't do anything." "You will soon." †☓†☓†☓†☓†☓†