[ 2 ] unjustifiable

"I thought you would never ask, Elaine." He said to her, hidden within the shadows of the padded room where she was locked every night. 

She didn't know who--or what--he was, but she did know one thing. He was the reason why she was in that hospital. It had been him whose greenish tinted eyes she saw at night when she couldn't entertain the thought of sleeping as a little girl. When she felt like she was being watched by something inhuman and she told her parents about her. They had only shrugged it off, thinking it her imagination.

It wasn't. It was real, and now it was talking to her.

Elaine quickly shook her head, trying to will the thought away. "I've been in here so long that I'm starting to believe that the eyes, and the voices, are real." Bringing both hands to her head and tapping the sides of it rather harshly, she added, "What did the doctor tell me? It'll go away if I accept that its not real. This is all a part of my imagination and its the reason I'm here. I need help. I need to learn to control my brain's strange notions." Hallucinations was what the doctors told her parents that it was. Hallucinations which made her do things that she wasn't supposed to do--killing all those people without even remembering it.

The green eyed--still faceless--apparition waiting in the shadows scoffed at her words that had been spoken aloud. "Science is bullshit when it tries to justify the unjustifiable. Somethings things exist--they are--without needing an explanation."

Whatever he was planning to tell her had now gone out the window, as he knew that with her time in the mental institution, he wouldn't believe her. She would think him a figment of her own imagination. He couldn't explain yet. It would have to wait for another time, but time was something he didn't exactly have anymore. He was running out of it and would need to report back eventually.

"What do you want from me? What did I ever do to deserve something like this?" She asked him, her gaze focused on her crossed legs as she sat on her bed. She didn't dare to look at him anymore, out of fear that he was real, but also out of fear that he wasn't real. Almost like when people ignored their problems until they went away, but that never happened. When he took a while and didn't respond, she lifted her gaze, only to find the same pair of green eyes looking at her. Without really thinking about it, she found herself asking yet another question. "Why won't you come into the light?"

"That..." He started with a sigh, mulling over whether he should give a proper response to her question or not. He finally chose the latter and finished with, "Is none of your business, little girl. I'm only here to do what I was assigned." What that job was, she did not know. And even less did she know why he had been around her for so long, years even.

Elaine gulped nervously, the words were enough to frighten her.

"I know your parents." He told her out of the blue, catching her by surprise. It was such a random bit of information that would have seemed useless to her otherwise. But this was a thing--a person--who she could hardly consider to be alive. How could he have known her parents? Perhaps it was also how he knew her. Perhaps he had met her as a baby and was now lurking around her when his soul needed rest. 

"My parents?" The same people who put me in this place? The people who thought me crazy? She wondered, and merely blinked for a millisecond.

But the shadow in her hospital room was gone.

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*all italic segments will be flashbacks*

The five year old laid on her bed in the middle of the night, unable to sleep. She laid on her back, her eyes trained on the ceiling. Fear occasionally making her feel as though the room was getting darker. 

Her bed faced the door, which she left open at night to get incoming light from the hallway that separated her from her parents' room. The closet was nearby, which open or closed gave her the creeps at night. She had it open on that night. Her hazel eyes saw a movement from the corner of them, in the closet, and she stiffened in her bed. 

Green eyes again.

That was all she could see in the pitch darkness of the open closet. Sometimes it took the form of a black cat that sat on the piece of furniture where all her stuffed animals were. A black cat with the same greenish tinted eyes as the shadow that watched her from the closet. But she knew it was the same thing. Both were the same. But the shadow never stepped forward, only watched her. Never speaking. Never letting her know why it was there or what it wanted.

"Mommy!" Elaine called out in fear, her voice whiny and eyes on the brink of tears. 

Her hands pulled the covers up over her face to shield herself, as she breathed hard, just about hyperventilating in the limited space underneath her blanket.

"Mommy!" She called again, her voice with so much distress in it that it managed to shake her parents in the next room awake. She was too afraid to leave her room and go in search of them. 

"What is it, Elaine?" Her mother called, voice sleepy and slightly irritated with the five year old.

"Mommy, there's something in my room! Its watching me." The little girl responded by yelling. By now the tears were running down her face, starting to wet the pillow below her head. Her small hands gripped the blanket tightly.

But her mother wasn't so convinced. "Not this again, Elaine. It was probably just a bad dream. Go back to sleep." Mrs. Crawford said to her daughter, thinking back to the dozens of previous times when she had gone to Elaine's bedroom to check for the 'person' in her closet. She never found anything there. Her daughter had always been different, but now she was just acting strange, talking about a black cat and a green eyed shadow in her closet. If the strange behavior continued, she would have to seek proper psychological attention for the little girl.

The little girl kept quiet and whined to herself, keeping her face concealed by her blankets until she managed to fall asleep. 

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the picture at the top is of the girl who is portraying elaine. her name is lucia zerecero.

short chapter, but i thought i should update because its been a while.

thank you all for reading and supporting this story, it has meant the entire world to me. i have said this on my mitm series book, but i haven't been so much into 5sos lately. i still love them and all. but im really into EXO now. please don't hate me.

i'll still try to finish all my 5sos books because you all deserve to see them finished bc you've been supportive as hell. i just want you all to know the reasons why i took so long to update my 5sos stories.

thank you, and i love you all.

-clary xx