She lead me down the dark, narrow hall way as deafening screams and disturbing laughter fills my ears. I shiver as we pass filthy rooms with Mentally ill patients, their' unpleasant smiles making me feel as if they could see inside my soul. A boy around my age sits in a room with a straitjacket on, a jacket with overlong sleeves and it was probably used to restrain him because he may otherwise cause harm to himself or others. His arms are inserted into the straitjacket's sleeves, and they are crossed across his chest. "Who's that?" I ask as I furrow my eyebrows together looking at the boy, who seemed to look normal. She turns to me and follows my line of view. Her eyes widen, you could practically see the fear in her eye. "Oh uhm that's Harry. Harry Styles." He slowly turns his head to wards the sound of her voice. His brilliant emerald eyes brighten at the sight of us and he evilly smirks. "Oh good. A new doll to play with." All rights reserved to nycnashAll Rights Reserved
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