Agnes' POV

I was pacing from side to side in my room waiting for him to come. He took forever. I don't know how long I've been doing this but I know it's since he left, which I'm guessing is a long time ago. My nails were hurting due to me constantly biting them. He had to come back. He always came back. I heard the door opening so my head snapped to the door so fast it hurt. But it stopped when I saw him come in. Finally!

Mark's POV

I walked into the room immediately noticing her in the middle of the room. I notice that she was smiling while waiting patiently for me. Other days I would've been happy to see her smiling but now I was pissed. Pissed at her for making things worst for me and her. She murdered someone and here she was smiling.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I instantly got to the point. She tilted her head in curiosity as the smile still lingered on her face. "What? You think it's alright to hurt people the way you do? Huh?" She looked down at her feet as she held her hands behind her back. After a few seconds of silence and twisting her feet she looked up at me with the same innocent smile on her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I scoffed at her stubbornness not believing she was acting oblivious.

"Really? So what happened to the new guy that brought you food?" She had a confused expression on her face with the same amused smile never leaving her face. She took a few steps towards me until she was at least a foot away.

"What exactly are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the cook. The guy that you murdered!" That was all it took for the smile to leave her face. She looked shocked and confused at the same time. She looked away from me and slowly made her way to her bed. She picked up her stuffed bear and hugged to her chest.

"Are you serious? You have nothing to say?!" She sighed and looked up at me almost as if it hurt to do so. I felt guilty but I felt more angry.

"I didn't do it." That was all it took to anger me more. For a split second I actually assumed she was crazy. Who knows, maybe she is.

"You expect me to believe you?" Her face held a mixture of confusion and hurt as she whispered the simple words,

"Don't you?" I didn't get a chance to answer because before I knew it, a bunch of guys came rushing in with blue suits on and headed straight for Agnes as she started shouting words that made me confused and guilty, "NO! PLEASE! I DIDN'T DO IT! I DIDN'T KILL HIM! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME!" They ignored her and kept struggling to get pull her. I didn't know where they were taking her but I do know that I felt like the worst person in the world. Agnes wouldn't give in as she kept shouting and kicking at them. To add to my misery, she started shouting my name, "MARK! MARK, PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME! I DIDN'T DO IT! I NEVER HURT HIM!" she kept shouting as they dragged her out of the room. I didn't know why, but I believed her. Call me crazy too but I had a feeling she was telling the truth. I followed them as they led her and me to a room I've never been in before. They opened the door and threw Agnes on the floor as if she was a rag. I realized she was now sobbing on the floor holding her stomach. It hurt me to see her that way so I chose to avoid looking at her knowing I couldn't handle it. I examined the room while I had the chance. It was exactly like Agnes'. Everything was white. Even the ground.

"Mark." I looked to see Charles entering the room removing his glasses from his eyes. His eyes shifted to Agnes then to me. "I didn't expect you to be in here."

"Why'd you bring her here?" He sighed as he held the bridge of his nose.

"It'll take some getting used to but you'll get through it like I did."

"Getting used to what?" he shrugged as he made his way to the back of the room. One of the men in blue picked up Agnes and put her to kneel in front of me. They tore the part of her white patient dress that exposed her back and the biggest one got out a whip. It was like no other that I've seen before. To be honest, I've never seen one before, only heard of it. I prayed he wasn't going to do what I think he was. My prayers were unanswered as he swung his hand letting the whip hit Agnes on her back. I think I flinched more than she did. Her head was bowed not looking at me but I noticed the tears that were streaming down her face. She was trembling waiting for the next lash to come. I could only imagine how much pain she was in. My stomach churned as I watched her flinch at being hit again across her back. One after the other she was being struck with pain. I couldn't take it anymore, so I left. I couldn't watch her being tortured like that. I don't think I could watch anyone being tortured like that. I felt even worse than I did before. I felt guilty. As I was walking down the hallways, I heard my name being called. I turned to see Terrance running towards me. I didn't feel like talking to anyone but I wasn't going to be rude.

"Hey." He said panting a bit from his running.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Charles told me to check on you. See if you're ok."

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. I think it's because I'm a bad liar that made him not believe me.

"No you're not. When it was my first time in the torture chamber, I puked my way to history."

"T-the torture chamber?" He sighed as he held the bridge of his nose.

"Mark, every patient has punishment. What, you think Agnes could stab and kill someone without getting punished for it?"

"I-I don't know."

"Listen, you gotta understand that this isn't our choice. Not mine and not yours. You'll get over it." I nodded understanding a bit what he is trying to say. "You get it?"

"Yeah. I get it." I did get it. But it didn't make me feel any better.

"Ok. Good talk." He said hitting my shoulder a bit as he walked back the direction he came from. I felt terrible. I didn't know the amount of times they did this to her and it hurt to think about it. The more I made my way to Agnes' room the more I felt like puking. Guilt was something I felt often but this is something worse than guilt. I opened the steel door to an empty room guilt hitting me again at the thought of where she is. I closed the door behind me and made my way to her bed, sitting on it. I ran my hand across the mattress while feeling the room that just screamed Agnes. I looked around now noticing all the scrapes and broken pieces of the wall. I kept looking around until my eyes caught sight of the teddy bear that kept creeping me out. I took the bear from its spot staring at me and I looked at it. The thought that ran through my head was 'what was so special about the bear?'. I inspected the bear finding out how Agnes slept at night with that thing in the same room as her. I kept inspecting until I came to the back of it. It was a zip that was a bit covered by the fur of the bear.

I carefully unzipped it not really knowing if I want to see what's I there but I did it anyways. I parted it to see a folded picture. I knew I shouldn't be invading her privacy but wasn't that like, my job. I took the picture and unfolded it. My eyes widened at the sight, I noticed Agnes in the picture because of her pitch black hair and the same facial features. She was hanging over a man's shoulder with biggest smile I think anyone could have lingering on her face. There was a woman on the other side of the man that looked exactly like Agnes. She was laughing with two kids that I realized were twins in each of her hands, their feet not touching the ground. Then the thing that caught my eyes the most was the missing piece of the picture that was supposed to be a boy's face. I didn't know why it was missing but that was another thing that added to my curiosity. Although I didn't see his face, his body was visible. His arms were folded and his feet showed he was tapping it impatiently. I only imagined how angry he looked for some reason. Then I realised what I've been missing. This was Agnes' family. The family she supposedly killed. I immediately put back the picture when I heard the door opening. I zipped back up the bear and threw it back in its corner. Then I turned my gaze to the door to see Agnes slowly stumbling her way towards me while looking at her feet. I got up so fast it gave me a headache but I didn't care about it as I made my way to her. I held her shoulders and stopped her from walking any further. She was in pain. There was blood making its way over her shoulder and staining her white dress. She still avoided eye sight with me. Even when I kept calling her repeatedly. Then her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she lost consciousness and fell in my arms.