Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

HARRY’S POV

The grass was wet when I walked on it, hands behind my back; shame on my face. I couldn’t think straight. When Liam read the list, I knew it broke his heart to read Raven Townsend’s name out as much as it did for me to hear it. I was numb, completely and utterly numb; the only thing I wanted to feel at the moment. I wanted to feel numb so I wouldn’t have to feel. Wouldn’t have to feel Raven being dead, or me being arrested, or the whole neighborhood staring at me like a zoo animal.

I wouldn’t have to feel a damn thing. It seemed to get hotter outside as we walked to the car and the hot leather of the seat was worse than the heat outside since I was in shorts. Liam was driving his own police car, leaving me, him, and the camera recording us. “Man, what’s going on?” I asked again.

“I’m taking you down to the station to answer some questions,” he lied. I knew he was lying because he never blinked during that sentence. That’s been a dead giveaway since we were kids. I was going to jail no matter what he or I did. No matter if I got the best lawyer or the worst, I was going to jail. At least, that’s what I thought.

No, I was sent to court. Over and over again until I forgot the meaning of over. November came early and I was in court once more. Robin and Mum had hired the best lawyer they could find but there was literally nothing they could do and I couldn’t stand being in jail anymore. The rumors aren’t true about the whole rape thing but it does get lonely sitting in a cell and all alone at lunch. “Listen, Harry,” my lawyer spoke, “there’s only one thing I can do. And I don’t want you to die. You’re a good kid.”

“D-Die?”

“If I don’t do anything, they’ll put you on death row. You’ll be executed.”

“What are the options?” My voice was ready to give out but I tried to stay calm. It’s hard thinking about death when you’ve been alive for so long. I made it twenty years into life. I’ve witnessed death, captured death, spoken about death, etc. but never have I ever been so close to encountering it.

“The last one is pleading insanity. You go to a mental asylum for a little while and it’s all over,” little did I know that a little while would be basically the rest of my life. He only said a little while because he knew I’d rather plead death, just to get it over with. That was the day I was sentenced. They took me back to the cold, metal cell until I could be shipped to a mental asylum.

That’s where I met Charlotte the first time. Her hair was damp, probably from the rain; it rained pretty hard that day. The curls in her hair was disappearing and the makeup that was still visible wouldn’t be in the next hour, but she still looked beautiful. Intoxicating. She seemed jumpy while looking for my name and I knew it was because she’d already taken a sudden attraction towards me that I later pointed out. It didn’t matter though, it really didn’t.

I thought about all the events leading up to that kiss in the closet. That was steamy, lust-filled. Which is why, in a way, I kind of hated it. I somehow still wasn’t over Raven and she was the first person I’d ever wanted for more than my usual selfish reasons. It was basically forbidden anyway. Somewhat rich boy meets run-down, petrified, overbearing and sometimes ruthless girl. Was it meant to be? Obviously not. So, rich boy moves on from her after she breaks his heart, ignores his best friend, and continues living in the lap of luxury.
I thought I was happy that way. Having everyone in the neighborhood love me because no one else would. Not voluntarily, at least. I told myself that my parents had to love me. Robin has to love me. Raven didn’t have to. And she didn’t. She couldn’t have if she’d rather have left me high and dry in my own shit of despair. She left me, not the otherway around as she claims it. She said she had to leave, to get away from me.

Like I was poison.

That’s how she said it. I was poison to her and she needed someone who could suck it out. Guess that’s what she found in Louis. It’s a bit funny in a sick and demented way, if you think about it. Girl cheats on boy with boy’s best friend. Boy’s best friend gets cheated on with another guy who we don’t even know. Girl dies, and best friends hate each other. She fucked up everything. How Louis could even have the balls to apologise to me for repeatedly sleeping with my girlfriend, yet could waltz in with Charlotte is bullshit. He knew this, I knew this. And all three of us knew it pissed me off.

Louis knew he’d fucked up and I don’t think he expected me to ever forgive him. Ever. But he tried many times to apologise. Fixing my car after a bad wreck and getting me out of trouble, not telling Mum about the time I nearly got arrested, not telling Gemma I may or may not have slept with her best friend (even though she practically begged for it, and she was a nice girl). So in conclusion, Louis had saved my ass multiple times but even if he hadn’t, I would have made it out alive. What pissed me off more was that he was trying to win me back like some prize to be bargained over.

I think he still hasn’t gotten the memo. Obviously not if he tried to visit me in this place. Probably Charlotte brought up the fact she fucking worked here and he thought it was an opportunity to get in without any questions asked. That asshole. He’s probably using her just so he can try and crawl right back into the life I no longer have. I’m sure by the time I find the real killer of those girls, I’ll be put right back into this asylum for murder.

Charlotte is truly the one and only person I have left; the only person I can trust. I don’t tell her much but when I do, I make sure it’s worth it. She’s the only person left. Sure, I have Mum, Robin, and Gemma. They call but never visit, they have enough shit going on anyway. It infuriates me that I’m the reason for their unhappiness when I’m supposed to help cause happiness. Especially Gemma and Mum, the only two women that I cared for at the time, other than Raven. You know, before the traumatic cheating scandal. Now, they’re all gone and I have Charlotte. Honestly, there’s nothing wrong with that.

CHARLOTTE’S POV

“Charlotte! I’m home,” Celia called and I could hear her bags drop to the ground. Her heels clicked hard against the tile and with the time on the clock, one click per second. That sound disappeared once she reached the carpet of the living room. I heard her pass the couch but she headed towards my room instead of hers. I continued writing in my journal that I picked up from the cafeteria after session with Harry. The poem went this way:

I was told the dark secrets are hidden in the shadows of the mysteries.

Or was it the mystery lies in the dark secrets?

Dark secrets are the type no one should find out, the type you would never want to find.

The mystery being, are you the dark secret?

Celia walked to the door and leaned on the doorframe, “Hello,” I greeted, not taking a look up. “How was work?”

“It was fine. You look a bit upset, everything good?” She sat on the edge of my bed and stared at my place in the window sill. I nodded, “Okay, well. You know there’s a message from Louis on the machine. I’d get that if I were you, he wants to take you out,” she winked and left me alone.

I had listened to the message a million times and everytime I did, I didn’t hear Louis anymore. I heard the voice of the person Harry hated the most. And that left me tongue tied and confused. Was I now supposed to hate Louis too? Or should I continue whatever friendship we have and just be careful like Harry says? I went with my instinct and searched my sweatshirt for my cell phone where I called Louis. He answered on the first ring, “Jesus, Charlotte. You should answer your phone, it’s not nice to give heart attacks.” There was a pause, “You okay?”

On the surface, I was calm and ready to respond. In reality, I was ready to jump out the window. “Sure, I’m fine. Are you alright?”

He’d learned it was my way of asking how he was doing, “Yeah, I’m good. Are you busy today?” He didn’t wait for my response, too eager? “If not, I want to take you out for some lunch.” I didn’t respond and I suppose he took that as as yes, “Alright, text me if you can. Oh, and when.” And he hung up. I think started thinking about Harry.

Harry and the ashtray sat in the corner of the cafeteria where the last table is; Harry’s table. I thought of how many cigarettes were held in that ashtray. It was a total of five everyday, which was ironic considering his reason of being in the asylum. The butts were never present, only the evidence of the cigarette. I thought of how his book sat there perfectly. A page was never folder, ever. There was a flip-up, gray lighter stuck on page fifty-five, also ironic.

It all made sense somehow. Harry was giving me a bigger hint that I’d never seen before. I’d missed the eight-hundred pound elephant in the room a million times just because of my attraction towards the one trying to show me. I went to my bag quickly, throwing down my journal and phone, and pulling out files on Harry that I’d copied for home.

He was arrested the ninth of May. The murders took place on the fifth. Five women were killed. Five, five, five. He was trying to tell me something that I didn’t know how to explain. There were only three options. I happened to only like one of them. Harry lied to me and he is the killer, there is a secret deeper within the day of his arrest, or a secret within what he was doing the day of the murders.

I spent all night going through records and files looking and searching for the day Harry was sentenced. I looked over the paperwork of every court date, reading every word someone had typed of the encounters. Never did Harry say was he was doing the night of the murders, he wasn’t asked. Apparently he was out of town, but that was never proven. I was ready to pull my hair out. I hated seeing anyone stuck in that asylum but to see Harry stuck in there drove me crazy.

The time ticked quickly and I found it was one in the morning and I was continuously raking my fingers through my hair. It aggravated me and was slowly eating my insides and my hair away that Harry was innocent. I know for a fact he’s innocent, I just don’t have proof. I don’t have the proof I wish would appear. I’m honestly eager to present my found facts to Harry but I know it’d be a bad idea since he’d probably tell me to fuck off or get out of his business. That is, if he’s found a liking to Navarro, which I highly doubt.

Notes

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