I lazily walked upstairs to my bedroom and locked myself up. I'm so exhausted from this earlier. Loads of things happened and I didn't quite recover from them yet. It's mostly all about Harry knowing who I am and my dad. He is really mysterious, though he is pretty intriguing as well. Something inside of me wants to know him. I want to know who he really is... I want to know the reason why he is in the asylum. Did he kill somebody in a normal way. If he did, then he shouldn't be in the asylum but in jail. Not only is he the mysterious one but also the asylum. I can tell, that place lurks with dark secrets, and I need to find out what they are.

"Princess?" I heard a familiar voice call from outside. I hate it when they call me princess. It really gets on my nerves. Why can't they just call me by my real name... I mean is that even hard?

I stood up from my bed and headed to the door, opening it slowly to reveal, Luke. Luke is my only friend since we were 10. I never call him my best friend since I know he isn't really a best friend to me. He always takes advantage of me because I'm not strong enough to fight back. He just laughs at me if I try to fight back and fail... I consider him as a friend, because he is always there for me if I need comfort. So I just call him my only friend since he's the only friend I have. God I'm making this confusing as fuck. Anyhow, noone really likes me to be their friend, maybe because I'm a loser and a nobody, especially in school. Needless to say, I'm also an ugly bitch.

On the other hand, Luke is very attractive, no doubt. He has a blonde hair, a pair of light blue eyes and a pale skin. I can't tell he's that muscular though. He's more of an average type in that case.

At school, girls would always drool over him, and he sometimes flirt with them since he's a playboy, obviously. He's really not my type though... I'm not into blonde boys and most especially, I'm not into assholes like him.

"Don't call me that." I demanded with a stern look.

He chuckled. "Okay Brae"

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"I heard you went to the asylum today with your mom to see your dad?"

I sighed. "Yeah, haven't got the chance to talk to him though. The nurse was such a total bitch."

He laughed. "Too bad"

I nodded. "I know..."

"So... Can I come in now?" He asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I shook my head. "Nope" I want to mess with him right now, like how he messes with me all the time. It's payback time.

He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Why not?"

"Because, I say so" I replied, feeling a bit clever. Ugh this is still stupid though.

"What can I do to get in?" He asked with a mischievous look on his face.

I look up, pretending to think. "Hmmm... How about you go with me tomorrow to the asylum?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Please... I need you to come with me. I don't want to be alone, besides your an adult. Minors like me need to have an adult along. Mom could've been a better choice but she probably won't allow me." He's 18 already, legally an adult so he can come with me and be my guardian. Obviously, I can't get in the asylum if I'm alone since I'm still a fucking 15 year old. Ugh, realizing how young I am pisses me off.

"Why do you want to go back there, anyway?" He asked.

"I want to know something important, and you're out of it." I replied, harshly.

"Well, if I'm out of it, then I shouldn't come." He retorted.

I rolled my eyes at him. What a total jerk. "I'm not gonna force you anyway." I tell him before turning around to go back inside my room.

"Wait!" He grabbed my arm tightly, that it already started to hurt, and pulled me back to face him.

I was a bit taken aback of how careless he was to just do that to me in a sudden, and hurt me. "What?!" I spat angrily as I jerked my arm off from his tight grip.

"I was just kidding. Okay, I'll go with you." He said, ignoring the fact that he just hurt my arm.

See, I told you, he doesn't care about anything that includes me getting hurt emotionally, mentally and physically, but I don't mind it. I mean, what's the use of arguing with him if he doesn't even listen and care. It's better to just shut up and move on.

"Tomorrow we'll go." I mumbled as I turn around to get inside my room once again.