☠EDITED☠

I couldn't help but update. I mean, how evil of I to leave you guys wondering what the fuck they're talking about. Btw, this is a bit crazy.

Also, if you like my writing go and check out my story "Blessing(L.T)". Yes, it'll have mistakes. But give it a chance! Ily all.

Chapter 2:

Catherine's POV:

My heart stops as Bethany stands up from her seat, "I'm sorry."

"You're lying." I accuse, angrily.

How could she play such a sick joke on me?

"I wouldn't lie, Catherine. Just stay alert, okay? I wouldn't be surprised if I were you, they do it to anyone they can get their grimy hands on. They did it to me, they can do it to you. I mean, who'd you believe? A so-called insane person or sane person? It happened to me, and I told. Did they believe me? Of course not. It's their word against ours, and they surely won't believe you. You were diagnosed as schizophrenic, and they could say you just imagined it. They know which one's to go after, they aren't stupid."

I shake in fear, "You're sure Max said he wants me next?"

"Positive." She leaves and I sit their quietly.

He wants to take advantage of me like he has done to girls like Bethany. Before I was here, I didn't even think it'd happen. But, it does, and like she said, they get away with it.

I stand up abruptly and throw my food away and walk to my room. Grabbing a pair of sweats and a grey top, I walk to the shower area.

I learned to go to the showers when no one else would. Sure, it was against policies, but they never checked them. All it is, is a large shower area and it has small walls that only cover my mid-waist.

Setting down all my clean clothes, I turn on the water to hot and step under the water. The hot water instantly soothes my body and I put some shampoo in my hands and wash my hair.

I open my eyes to wash my hair with conditioner when I see a tall black figure pass through the steam from my shower.

"Hello, is anybody there?" I call out.

No answer is heard and I go back to showering. When I'm done, I turn the water off and dry off my body. I brush through my hair and hurry and get in my sweats and top.

When I get to my room, I drop my dirty clothes and towel in the basket and throw my hair in a pony tail before grabbing my notebook off my table.

I write a few lines before Joanna walks in. "Dr. Jenkins is ready to see you for your session."

I nod, "Okay."

She leads me down the hall to his office and knocks on his door before entering. "Ms. Catherine is here to see you."

I walk in and sit in the chair across from his desk. "Hi, Catherine."

"Hi." I reply.

"So, will you tell me more about Zayn and Harry?"

I huff, angrily. "Oh, god. I already told you everything."

"Do you not understand that Zayn Malik and Harry Styles are a figment of your imagination?"

I slam my fists on his desk, making him jump slightly. "No, I do not fucking understand. Do you understand I'm telling the truth? They have haunted me for the last three years and haven't stopped."

"What do you mean they haven't stopped?" He asks, writing down a small note.

"I saw Zayn earlier today."

"Did you now?"

"I did. So, take that pen and shove it up your ass if you think I'm lying. I'm not crazy."

"Catherine, no need to get angry." He clicks his pen numerous times before o respond.

"Then don't try to convince me that I'm wrong."

He sighs, "Zayn Malik and Harry Styles are dead."

"I said haunt. As in, ghosts." I roll my eyes.

How stupid can he be?

"Ghosts aren't real."

"Have you seen one? No. Don't fucking try to tell me they aren't real." I raise my voice.

He curses, "Fucking hell,
Catherine! They aren't real, and that's the truth. You killed your parents and blamed it on them after a history paper on them in your old school."

"Hold up, you did not just blame me for my parents death. It was them!" I shriek in disbelief.

"No, it wasn't. They found your fingerprints on the murder weapon, and a piece of your hair on the floor."

"That's not even possible." I whisper.

I'm not crazy. They're real, I know it.

"I never knew who they were before this all happened."

"But you did. We found a report paper dated back before you moved here. They're apart of your imagination, Catherine."

Are they apart of my imagination? No, they're trying to get in your head.

"You're a liar." I hiss, standing up and pushing the chair back.

He sighs, rubbing his temples and takes the walkie-talkie off his desk.

"Patient is resistant, set up an ECT Joanna."

"Yes, sir."

"What the hell is an ECT?" I ask, panicked.

"Go back to your room, Catherine. You're dismissed."
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This chapter was crazyyyyyyy.