Something squeezed in Jane's chest. She couldn't move, couldn't even breathe, short little gasps echoed against her cell as she tried to evenly catch her breath.

"I need to remember." She repeated, the words sounding so soft against the tip of her tongue. It was so faint that the guards surrounding Jane's room wouldn't be able to catch the words out loud. Jane let out a low moan as she felt a piercing jolt hit against her heart. Unleashed tears were threatening to escape her eyes, all that could be heard was the ever so often whimpers aborting Jane's mouth.

"Why can't I remember anything?"

She swallowed, almost choking on her breath as her body jolted backwards, hitting her bed post with a loud thud. Her eyes remained glued to her cell door as she heard more footsteps approaching closer to her. She remembers the way her nails bled out as she attempted to claw her way out of the rotting cell. It was hopeless though, it only left her whimpering in pain as more unleashed tears threatened to spill from her.

"Whose there?" She said with a strained voice, her lips barely moving as she continuously braced herself against the corner of her bed as her ears picked up on the sounds echoing louder than before.

The noise continuously grew but so did Jane's frantic heartbeat, she began clenching her hands into small fists before banging them against the side of her head. "Wake up dammit." She whispers frantically, "This can't be real, it's only a dream."

She winced as her head began to swell under each hit so she started to pinch her arms, then both her legs before a sob left her chapped lips. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she realised she couldn't escape from whatever this was.

Her head began to feel heavy and her eyes suddenly felt drowsier than before as she saw the same male nurse entering her cell. But it wasn't the sight of him that made her breath hitch and her throat itch but instead it was someone else.

Her psychiatrist, Dr Wheeler.

His curls looked even more unkept than the last time she saw him, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest as they hung loosely against his white lab coat.

His eyes seemed to resemble the dark, she thought. They could lure anyone in as they looked to hold the magnitude of a black hole, one look into those depths would leave anyone breathless. To Jane, she had once thought brown eyes were simply dull and boring, but now she knew they were anything but ordinary because of him.

Her eyes crept there way back onto the male nurse that had pinned her down onto the bed only days ago and her body began shaking with fear.

Fuck, she didn't want to appear weak in front of them but as she saw a smile hanging from his lips it sent a cold shiver down her spine. "Get away, get away!" A screech left her lips as she saw the male nurse make his way closer to her, but Mike's hand stopped him.

Mike looked at her curiously as he tilted his head, examining the way her body tightened and spasmed as her brown eyes didn't seem to detach its gaze from one of his assigned staff. His lips pursed in fascination as his eyes now darted back and forth.

The male nurse who was known as Dean Turner looked annoyed by his choice in holding him back from the girl but he was intrigued.

With a flick of his hand, he pointed back to her cell door in which they came through just moments before. He raised his eyebrow, silently warning him that if didn't leave in the span of three seconds there would be serious consequences later. With a huff, Dean gave patient 011 one last final look before he roughly grazed his shoulder against Mike's.

Both stood still, not backing down from their stance until another whimper escaped the girls lips that left Mike yelling, "If you continue to disobey my orders, I'll make it my personal duty to have you thrown out of Wayward. Trust me, I'm not someone you want on your bad side." He seethed, but his head reminded him that they had company. The company of a small girl whose endless cries didn't seem to settle and his outburst probably wasn't helping either.

"Go, now!"

Jane couldn't stop her cries. Each time she tried smuthering the noise, her throat would seize up, leaving her breathless and choking on her own sobs.

She watched as the bad man lingered his stare on Dr Wheeler for what seemed like an eternity to her. Since being in the cell, she's lost track of time. In here, all the company she had was four grey walls surrounding her and the comfort of a bed that felt like knives stabbing into her back as she huddled against it to keep warm. The nights had been the worst for Jane, with all the other patients screeches and pleads bouncing off their walls and onto hers. Her mind felt cluttered and full, trying to piece everything she could possibly remember, leaving her frustrated as nothing seemed to match the reason as to why she woke up here.

Time didn't seem to matter in Wayward Sanitorium.

Her mind tried to keep her sane as it reminded her over and over of the only information it could muster. Her name was Jane Ives, she was twenty three years of age and that she wasn't anything but normal. There wasn't anything wrong with her that she knew of. Yet, in Wayward she knew she wasn't known as Jane anymore, now all she resembled was three numbers that left her wondering why.

Mikes attention hadn't left the patients as Dean left the room, the metal door shutting with a click as his footsteps slowly couldn't be heard anymore. His eyes widened as he watched the girl lift her wrist that bore out the three digits they had printed onto her pale skin. Her eyes relentlessly scanned the numbers, almost as if she was trying to imprint them into her mind.

Mike had heard from numerous doctors about this case.

He had been told of what a horrid case this was. It had been on October 1st, 1982 of last year. Exactly a year ago today had this tragic event had taken place.

Of a young girl who had left so much destruction in the small town of Hawkins that over twenty people had died because of her, all in the span of the same night. Some had been crushed to death, others had been burned alive by the fires sweeping throughout the streets that she had been rumoured to set, whilst the last that had been left had either been shot through the temple or stabbed through the heart.

Her file said she had snapped. Her fiancé, Dustin Henderson had died only a couple of days before the attack. Some say she killed him brutally in their shared apartment, others say his death had been an accident as he worked in the army force, yet Mike didn't believe any of those allegations.

At first, only one other before him was assigned her case.

Dr Clarice Wilkes.

Many of the female nurses in the department envied her looks whilst the men just wanted to fuck her brains out, except him. He could see right through her tactics.

He heard the endless rumours of the way she became obsessed with her case and began torturing her patient 011. With countless acts of manipulation such as shock treatment, keeping her unfead and on the brink of death if she didn't answer her questions or even in the worst of situations, Dr Wilkes had used the method of drowning her patients. That was until after eleven months, the board of Wayward decided she was unfit for the case.

He remembered her relentless threats, the way she pulled at her blonde curly hair angrily that resembled his and begged them to give her a second chance. That she had a new way of grasping the information off the patient, she just needed a little more time.

To Mike's dismay he didn't want to waste his time on some serial killer, why would he?

She was a lost cause who had murdered innocent lives that didn't deserve the gruesome death that she bestowed to them.

The board had told him that she suffered severe memory loss. He had asked them to elaborate. The case had sent her mind into a frenzy that it blocked out the many deaths of all those people and of her fiancé. There hadn't been much notes on his death but all leads had lead to it being done by patient 011's hand.

All she knows is what her mind will let her remember.

The night before he visited her cell for the first time, having to escort the guards to pry Mrs Wilkes arms off the patient, it had left his mind jumbled. Everything had pinned back to her, all the accidents, the deaths, but why would this suddenly happen. What had set her off so bad that murder had been her only option to cope.

In other words, Mike Wheeler was utterly fascinated by Jane Ives.

So, without any explanation he took the case. Everyone had warmed him that she may look like a normal girl, but not to be deceived by how she appeared, that she was as evil as they come.

That was until his eyes landed on her and for the first time in his twenty four years of existence his heart lurched forward and thumped in his chest. He made sure to remain unfazed and calm, but his heart reacted to her in a way he hadn't felt before.

Jane's eyes snapped forward and onto Dr Wheelers penetrating gaze. She watched as her made his way towards her, his steps seeming cautions and weary but he extended a hand down at her. Her head tilted up at his, her heart had screamed yes but it was her head that reminded her to be alert at all times. With a shuddering breath, her fingers grazed against his palm as he gracefully pulled her off the bed.

Her knees felt like buckling as it had been the first time she stood up for what felt like years. Without stopping herself, she pleaded to him, "Dr Wheeler, you've got to believe me. I don't belong here, there's got to be some sort of misunderstanding!" She seizes the front of his white coat and shakes them.

He doesn't attempt to get her to calm down or to pry her tiny hands off him. Instead he hushes her, his clothed arms wrapping around her paper thin gown that they had forced her to wear.

Mikes nose wrinkled in disgust as he examined her further as he huddled her into his awaiting arms. He continued to soothe her frantic pleads and mumbled whispers as he soothly rocked her back and forth.

She was sobbing, bawling so hard that her whole body shook so hard that he felt her tears soaking into his lab coat as she buried her face against the crook of his neck. His mind new that giving the patients any sort of body contact or affection was a troubling idea, but Mike's fascination with her got himself to believe she was different.

He deliberately didn't answer her, just kept his arms wrapped around her waist. "I don't belong here." She said hoarsely between raged breaths, "I really don't."

Without realising, he gently eased her off of him. He ever so slowly cupped her face between his palms, his thumb wiping over her tear stained cheeks. Her head finally tipped back as a hiccup left her parting mouth and he sighed. "Can you remember anything? Anything at all?"

She didn't answer right away, Mike knew she was struggling with her own thoughts so he waited patiently without removing his hands from her face. He hoped for an answer but instead his hands went along with her face as she shook it.

The tears on her cheeks were beginning to dry against his finger tips so he then began prying his fingers off her but Jane's hand had clamped down against his, keeping his hand firmly in place.

She too let out a tired sigh, a question stumbled from her mouth. "What are they going to do to me?"

Mike froze. In Astonishment? Fear? Lust? He let out a breath as he let his hands drop from her face for what appeared to be the second time, and Jane let him.

His throat felt dry as he let a hand run through his tormenting curls, sometimes he wished he could cut them all off. Except every time he attempted to, he'd change his mind suddenly. It aggravated him to no end.

He licked his lips as he realised how close there bodies were, he could feel the heat from her skin latching onto his. "That depends on you. If you can tell us what happened that night then I promise you nothing bad will happen."

Jane's face was blank. "What if I can't? I've told you I can't remember anything, so what then? Will they-" She choked, unable to finish.

Mike stared at Jane, both of their faces were suddenly closed off, he didn't have an answer to give her. "I honestly don't know what they'll do."

She gazed at the stone coloured floor now, her tone clipped and cold. "So that's it then, I'm going to probably die here all because of a simple mistake!" Her body began shaking again and this time all of Mike's self-control was withering away so he reached for her again, this time she slapped his hand away.

"Help! Help me, please. I can't stay here for one more second." Jane pleaded, not knowing who she was even talking to and started dashing around the room. Her hands slapping down harshly against the grey walls. She than ran over to where her bed resigned and threw the mattress across the floor. She was like a hurricane, destroying anything that crossed in her path.

Mike watched in fascination as well as horror at how quickly her personality seemed to change. One minute, she represents the shell of a broken little girl. So dainty and small, that Mike had wanted to shield her from all the pain and suffering in the world. But then there's this other side to her, so raw and calculating that Mike was in awe of her.

Her movements came to a halt as both of her hands sprung forward and were pressing down against her raging chest, attempting to sooth her heartbeat as she shut her eyes. Mike was only a few steps away from her but his feet remained glued to where he stood.

For the first time, he didn't have a single idea what he had gotten himself into.

Jane lifted her head to peer up at him as she braced her aching body against the wall, making it seemingly obvious to Mike that her legs couldn't hold her shaking frame anymore. "You've got to let me out of here."

A sad smile slowly spread across his face, "Then let me help you. It's the only chance you've got." He answered faintly. He watched as her shoulders shook, he only realised now how tired she must be. Especially being drained from the endless cries or the ones she tried to hide from him.

His professional side took note that she seemed to hate resembling someone as weak. Her body that was once in need of comfort and touch had now seemed rigid and tight. Almost as if she was daring him to pity her.

"You've got to let me help you," he repeated slowly as he made his way closer to her. A shiver ran through his body as she looked at him up and down, examining him. Like a predator awaiting its prey. "Please, El."

Jane didn't mean to, but she threw her arms around his neck almost as if she was trying to indulge his soul. This time no cries threatened to spill out, her body didn't seem to shake from the tears but it was her heart that remained cautious but intrigued by his kindness.

She trusted him with every fibre of her being. What other choice did she have? She need to leave and he was her only ticket in getting out of Wayward. Rubbing her nose against the bridge of his neck, she inhaled his scent. It reminded her of fresh pinewood, it was alluring and made her want to burry her face into his skin even more if that was possible.

Sighing against his frantic pulse. She whispers, "Tell me what I have to do."

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hey! Sorry I haven't been writing in awhile, haven't felt very inspired as of late until today. Hope you guys liked this chapter. Please tell me what you liked or disliked it makes me happy when I see people commenting, favouriting or following.

As of right now I don't know when I'll be posting for "Too Good At Goodbyes" as I feel like that story isn't my best work.

Missed you darlings!

See you next time

L x