Band imagines

psychward- palaye royale

Y/n's POV

I struggled against my siblings who were dragging me into a psych. I'm mute so it wasn't like I could scream at them to stop, all I could do was panic.

"Y/N COME ON!" My eldest brother yelled. I looked over my shoulder while going against their push to see my parents, they didn't look the tinest bit upset. They knew what they were doing.

All I had in my tiny body was a little fight but of course they were stronger and managed to get me in the doors to hell. Places like this mess people up, I'm a /your height/, 15 year old. I won't last two minutes in this place, not when I can't stick up for myself.

I never took any shit from anyone but it was different when I knew what this place had to use against me.

"It's okay we'll take her from you." I looked up through my tears to see three, 6ft plus men. They all had the same nose, it was weird really. Kind of like I was looking at the same person just in different bodies. I winced at the pain from my brothers holding tightly onto my wrists, this wouldn't be the first time they've left bruises on me.

"Good luck Y/n." One of my brothers spat.

"Hopefully they can save your little freak ass." I kick his leg as hard as I possibly could, he let go of my arm to tend to his now injured leg. I took this small chance to run but I only managed to make a few steps before a pair of arms wrap around my waist, I struggled of course and writhed in their arms.

I was terrified to say the least. I just wanted to finish the job; but of course I was too pussy to do it.

I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry but that seemed impossible. I was dragged backwards, all I could do was watch my brothers walk out of the hospital with smirks on their faces. I reached out for them but it was too late, they were far gone and had left me here without a second thought.

I was pulled into a room like an animal, "hey! Be gentle with her!" As soon as I was let go of, I threw myself in the corner of the room and hugged my knees rocking back and forth.

"Hi there, I'm Dr. Leith but you can call me remington, this is Dr. Barrett but you can call him Emerson and over there is Dr. Danzig or Sebastian. I know we look scary but I promise we just want to help."

That's what they all say. Don't trust them Y/n. They're trying to hurt you.

I wanted to trust them, they seemed so kind and gentle but that stupid voice was telling me, I was wrong. I just wanted someone I could trust, that's all I've ever wanted. All I've ever craved.

I held my hand out asking for something to write on, he was knelt infront of me with a confused look on his face. I hesitantly reach for his clipboard and the pen he had poking out of his jacket pocket.

He seemed to understand and helped me get the pen out, with shaking hands I began to write on the chart he had clipped to the board.

I'm mute. Very sorry.

I handed the board back to him, I expected him to get mad and try force me to talk but he didn't. He smiled showing the other two doctors in the room who nodded happily.

They're not good people. They're lying to get information from you, to get in your head Y/n.
The voice snapped harshly.

"It's okay, we can work around that. We are your doctors while you're here we just want to get to know you. We are probably the nicest doctors here." I just watched my knee bounce rapidly.

"Rem, I think she's anxious." Dr. Barrett mentioned, he wasn't wrong. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack, my chest was tight and I was quickly becoming uncomfortable.