i just wanna say

yall a bunch of dicks, Avery is out here Suffering! The grind doesn't stop for her XD WATCH WHAT SHE HAS TO LOOK AT AND CLEAN! (you'll see in this chap)

also, lowkey trigger warning? Idk just some this stuff kinda fucced up. (Keep in mind, I don't believe in any of this treatment, its just how it was back then and  I wanna keep this story authentic)

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"I didn't even get to see my own daughter before she was mangled down there," Avery seethes, gripping her utensils that lay by her, "All because you started working the upstairs." 

Im stunned to silence, trying to soak up all the information she was spewing at me. "A-Avery, i'm terribly..-"

"Just get out of here, boy. I don't want to see you any more than i have to." She finishes, shooing me away with her hands. 

I stand up and walk back to the table with Florence and Alice, utterly surprised. 

So that's why she doesn't like me...

Once i join my friends back at the table, i barely have time to hold a conversation over the thoughts swimming in my head. 

Women locked in cages?

What did Dr. Fear do once he caught Louis?

"Have any of you been in the basement?" I ask, taking a sip of water afterwards to quench my parched mouth. 

"No, only senior janitors and Mr. Malik are allowed down there," Florence responds, shaking her head, "I wouldn't want to be down there anyways, I like staying up here." 

"I see." I nod, wondering if i could every go down with Avery. I doubt she'd let me close to her without attempt to bite me. 

Before we could talk any longer, the lunch ladies dismissed us from lunch to go back to our job. 

Fortunately, the upstairs didn't require much work so far. I should spot clean, but i could do it afterwards. 

"Do you think i could stay down here if i have already finished my cleaning?" I ask Alice, watching as she purses her lips. 

"Maybe?" She looks over to Florence, "What do you think?" 

"I'd say no; if you're job requires you upstairs, then thats where you should be," She proclaimed.

That's fair. 

"I see, thank you for looking out for me," I say, smiling at her slightly, "I just wish i could go somewhere with others. It's so vacant upstairs." 

"I understand," Florence nods, "You can stay down here if you really want, but i advise against it. You might get in trouble." 

"Indeed," Alice agrees, giving me an uneasy smile, "You could, but shouldn't."

"I see, thank you," I say, "I have to visit the washroom, pardon." 

They say their goodbyes and head back to the reception office to do their work. 

I make my way over to the bathrooms before checking over my shoulder to see if my friends had left. 

They had. 

Even though they advised against me loitering downstairs, i need to find out more about the basement. 

I just hope I don't get caught...

Operation find Louis is now commencing

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"Blue eyes, brown hair and a scar across his face." I repeat the qualifications that fit my description.

I've decided to search for  him in the bedrooms and centers. Although bedrooms typically gave someone privacy and a relaxing environment, these types of bedrooms were anything but.

Rows of beds, if you could call them that, lined the walls and filled the room. They were placed in a way that a caretaker could just barely fit through the small isles to tend to each patient.

Some men lie dormant in their bed, and I'm not sure if it was because they were sleeping or dead.

Other men shout, gripping the bars that confined them into their bed and throwing a fit. The bed was more like a crib, with a small mattress and small, wooden bars that held them in their prison.

These patients were obviously suffering, not one had so much as a smile on their face. No laughter rang from their mouths, only cries of despair and pain.

The sight and sound was so pressing, mixed with the smell of unchanged diapers some residents wore made a hard knot grow in my stomach.

The caretaker to patient ratio was greatly disproportional, seeing as the caretakers flew from one bed to the next, barely spending a second with a distressed patient before moving on.

Some of the more rowdy patients were bound to a standard anatomical position with their wrists and ankles secured to the corners of the crib. They screamed and yanked at their restrains so hard that raw, chaffed skin speckled their wrists and ankels.

The centers were hardly any better, if anything they were worse.

The more 'functional' patients roamed around the room, only having eachother and worn books as any type of engagement.

Some lie on the ground, curled up in a ball while either drooling and staring blankly at the wall, or mumbling and shaking.

On one of the chair the center so graciously provided, I spotted the man I was looking for.

Louis was slumped in the chair, staring at the patients as they suffered around him. His blinking was slow, as if he was tired or had given up.

The scar he had ran inferiorly down the left side of his face, damaging his frontal, occipital and stopping at the buccal.

I wonder how he got it or if Dr. Fear had anything to do with it...

"Hello, are you Louis?" I greet, softly asking him in case he became frightened of my presence.

"Who're you?" He questions back, not adjusting his position, just moving his eyes up to mine.

"Niall Horan, the junior janitor here." I respond, hoping we can bond over our shared position.

He smiles and pats the seat next to him, "I'll save you a spot, right here."

I decide to ignore his comment, but before I have the chance to respond, a caretaker interrupts us.

"Louis! Do not bother that man, not talking, remember sweetie?" The woman coos, before turning to another patient on the floor.

Louis mumbles and crosses his eyes before swatting at the air around her.

I thought he wasn't crazy...

Louis picks up on my facial expression, "Might as well play the part, I'm done fighting these bitches."

The patient on the floor seems to be having a seizure, to which the nurse begins to beat him. Other nurses join, holding him down while the woman hits and scraps.

Their bloodletting tools weren't around, so they used their nails instead.

What the fuck...

"Put him in the chair," One nurse yelled, trying to hoist him up, "Now."

The other nurses carried him over to the corner, where a chair like swing was hung from the wall.

They struggled to get him in, hastily strapping him up and pulling his limbs wherever they needed to be.

Once he was in, one nurse pulled a thick rope that hung from the ceiling and was attached to the chair.

The chair began spinning, throwing the patient into a dizzy haze. They didn't stop spinning the chair until he threw up his small scraps of food this place fed him.

"You act like you don't clean this up every day." Louis said, watching as the nurses pulled him out of the chair.

He has got to be dead

"I don't." I utter, starting at the scene playing in front of me. This was the practice of bloodletting and purging Zayn had enjoyed so much?

Its disgusting, that's no way to treat an ill person.  Harry was right, this was a human's right crisis.

"Whats so special about you?" Louis asks, narrowing his eyes in suspicion at me, "Why is he hiding you from this?"

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Okay friends, I know some of y'all came for Ziall or Narry but the ending that I'm planning on having destroys one ship but has a happy ending! Like a good one :). However, I'm willing to make an alternative ending with the ship that sinks, if you guys would like :)

Are you guys cool with a long book? like we're already at chapter 20 and I've barely had any ziall :'( I JUSt HAVE TO SHIFT INTO MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE

1) What do you think of the amaZAYN oakdale atmosphere? Now you know the practices that happen :)

2)Why is zen hiding the downstairs and basement from neil even tho hes finding out himself?

3) Will Neil get caught? If so, by who?

4)I hope you enjoyed the longer chapter today, It's to make up for me being gone this next week. I'm really gonna miss you all! Ill be back soon :)

I've had to pack and shower today but guess what ya girl decided to do ? Sleep and eat baked spaghetti (Its so good #NoRagrats)