A/N: Hey everybody! Thank you for all the support on this story. I am very excited to continue! So I now realize this story is very similar to an original story of one which I will be posting on wattpad when its done. Basically the similarities are guy is in a mental hospital when he may or may not be actually crazy, can access a magical world and falls in love with a sane guy, I started thinking about it and found there are many differences so I decided to continue the story with the way it is! However i did steal the lurker from my original story...Whatever! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

They put him under. He had been struggling too much. He couldn't stop, he was so scared and it felt as if his body couldn't be calmed down. He felt the sharp tip of needle pierce his thigh, and the sedative rushed into him. He cried out and began to struggle more. Alice was gone, but he was still panicking. The supervisors were pressing down on his chest, he couldn't speak. He wanted to tell them that he had calmed down, and he was okay but he couldn't. He could only try to pull away from them, which resulted in harsher restraint and yelling. Tears were now streaming down his face as he struggle to take in air.

Hiroki's arms began to tingle. It was harder to pull away from the doctors around him. His body felt light, it felt like instead of being held down, he was being lifted. The feeling of the bed beneath him disappeared, and he couldn't hold onto any thought that passed through his mind. Everything faded to black, the last sense to fade was his hearing. The shouts and rustling faded to nothing. The only sound he could here was...dripping. Like a broken faucet.

All of Hiroki senses returned, and he hated that it did. He was sitting in blackness once again, in a wooden chair. The red chair in front of him was empty. Hiroki swallowed thickly. It's never been like this before. This place...whenever he is here...Alice is here. Hiroki sat for a long time, his eyes shut tightly, desperately trying to return to reality. The dripping continued, a high, obnoxious metronome.

Hiroki took a deep breath. He stood up, "Where are you?" he called into the darkness. There was no answer, "Alice!"

Nothing. He turned around, his eyes scanning the fields of darkness surrounding him. He looked back at the red chair. Hiroki slowly approached the furniture, reaching out to run his hands over the uncomfortable fabric. There was a loud noise, like a stage light being turned on. Hiroki jumped and whipped around.

A door.

A bright white light revealed a door. It was old and made of wood, it was nostalgic. It tugged at a memory that Hiroki just couldn't manifest. He wanted to get to it...to open it, despite it being totally useless. Nothing in front of it, nothing behind. His soul screamed at him to turn the knob, but the darkness that separated him and the door intimidated him. He had never explored this place. Never even stood. Whenever he came here, it meant Alice was angry. He would just sit in his chair and pray for consciousness.

He gulped as he made his way to the edge of the yellow tinged light he was in, he stared at the door for a long time. Once again, he reminded himself, It wasn't on any hinges, it didn't lead anywhere. However, Hiroki knew better than to believe a door led to nowhere, that was both a metaphor and quite literal statement. Hiroki lifted his foot, he hesitated for a moment and stepped out.

His foot never hit any solid ground. He fell from the light he was in with a cry. He screamed as he continued to fall, air whipping by his face. He could barely hear himself. There were other screams that surrounded him, men, women, children. They all raked at his ears, filling his eyes with tears. He slapped his hands over his ears. He let his eyes open a bit.

He let out a shout, he could see the ground, it had a glow to it, like there were lights under it. He was falling closer and closer to it at an alarming speed. A thick liquid clashed into his face, he taste the iron in his mouth. He coughed and spat, terror taking over his body. He could see the floor getting closer and closer and closer andcloserandcloserandcloser.

Thwack!

For a split second, Hiroki felt horrible pain course through his side.

Then, he was in his bed, he threw himself up from the thin white sheets that restrained him, his chest heaving.

Save us.

Came a whisper from behind him, he whipped around, already scrambling back to the edge of the bed. He saw no one through the blur of tears in his eyes, his muscles twitched and shivered like feeble leaves.

Thwack!

He jumped at the sound. The same sound he heard when his body collided with the ground. It came from the door.

"Hiroki-san?," a voice came from on the other side of the door, "Are you awake? Could you open the door?" It was Nowaki.

Hiroki breathed deeply, "Uh...Y-Yes," He cringed at his quivering voice .

Hiroki stood, his legs felt like jelly beneath him, he brought his shirt up to his eyes to gently dabbed his tears away. He shakily made his way to his door. He wasn't quite sure if he was nauseous or hungry, his stomach twitched and gurgled. Hiroki opened the door to reveal a smiling, glowing Nowaki. Hiroki saw Nowaki's smile fade as he absorbed the state of the other man.

Hiroki quickly turned back around and went to sit on his thin mattress, "It's not locked. You can't lock it. You can just open it. What do you want?"

"I know," Nowaki said as he entered the room, his hands behind his back, "I just...I need to talk to you about the more personal...harder stuff today." He sat next to Hiroki, tilted so his hands were still behind his back.

"Are you okay Hiroki-san? Your eyes are...very red." Nowaki sat down next to Hiroki. He brought his large hand up to hold Hiroki's cinnamon hair out of his face and stare into his eyes.

Hiroki swallowed, cleared his throat, and quickly pulled away, "I'm fine. My rooms just dusty."

Nowaki stared at him for a bit before he broke into a goofy grin, "I'll help you one day. We'll clean your room together."

Hiroki studied him. God this guy really made him anxious. Another part of him was sad. He could tell Nowaki was just trying to sweeten him up, do it was easier to tell what medicine he needed, what therapy. If this place wasn't paying him, he'd be an asshole.

"Hiroki," Hiroki jumped at the sound, "Should...we get started?"

Hiroki sighed, and shrugged, "Go ahead,"

Nowaki's smile returned, "To make it easier I bought this!" Nowaki brought his hands forward, revealing what he had behind his back. He held two boxes of Mochi ice cream in each hand.

Hiroki couldn't help but gasp, he snatched a box out of Nowaki's hand, "Where did you get these?!"

"The store."

"Why?"

"Hiroki-san! I already told you! To make talking about personal issues easier! So you have a treat!"

Hiroki was about to thank him but froze at the tightness in his heart, he knew Alice was watching. She'd be angry if Hiroki grow any fonder of Nowaki, "B-but you can't bring outside food into the hospital, dummy."

"Are you going to tell anyone?"

"...No."

"Then we don't have to worry!" Nowaki grinned. Hiroki wanted to cry at his kindness.

"Well...I haven't had these in...over a decade. What if my stomach is sensitive to them?"

"You'll be okay! It's just a little bit of milk chocolate ice cream and rice, it's not very rich." Nowaki reassured him, he set down the one remaining box in his right hand and took chopsticks out from under the other two. He handed them to Hiroki, "Whenever you have a meeting with me, you can have some of these."

"I...I don't know." Hiroki stuttered, he really wanted one, wanted to spew thank you's and adoration at Nowaki because in this dump, Mochi ice cream was rarer and more valuable than gold around this dump. Any sort of outside food was a miracle. He hadn't had something truly, wonderfully sweet in years.

Nowaki took the box from his hands and pulled it open. He pulled the plastic off the top of the tray that held the ice cream, took Hiroki's chopsticks, and popped one in his mouth. He then grabbed another and pressed it against Hiroki's lips. He stared at Nowaki for a moment, a blush on his cheeks, before the nostalgic, barely there scent of the sweet became too much and he wrapped his lips around the squishy treat.

Nowaki smiled, and swallowed, "See! That wasn't so bad! Here, have more!." Nowaki shoved the box back into Hiroki's arms. Hiroki was in heaven. The taste brought back so many memories, he could just cry.

Hiroki swallowed, "Thank you," he whispered.

Nowaki's eyes softened, "Of course," he said in a warm voice.

"Well...um," Hiroki cleared his throat, "How do you want me to...start?"

Nowaki sighed, it seemed as if this subject was even sensitive to him, which just didn't make any sense, "I know...about wonderland, and very little about...Alice?" Nowaki guessed he said her name right when he saw Hiroki flinch, "I just know...she's there. Can you tell me about wonderland?"

Hiroki nodded with an agitated sigh, "What do you want to know?"

"Well, is it nice there?"

"Yeah," Hiroki whispered softly, he wore a pained expression as he stared at the air in front of him, "It was."

"W-was?" Nowaki asked, frowning in confusion.

"Wonderland...I don't know what happened. I just know...I can't be there anymore. The last I saw of it...it was in ruins. I don't think...um...I don't think it exists anymore." Hiroki blinked away tears, he spoke like this place was real, like it was home, "She did it…" Hiroki muttered to himself.

"She? Alice?"

Hiroki's eyes widened, he hadn't realized he said that out loud, he shook his head, "No...I mean yes...I just...I don't want to talk about her, none of this shit is real anyway. What's the use in talking about it anyway right?" Hiroki put the box of Mochi on the bed , he crossed his arms.

"Why not? Do you like Alice?" Nowaki pressed, ignoring Hiroki's denial.

Hiroki jumped, disgusted by the thought, "N-...I cant answer that. S-She was a bestfriend to me...an older sister. Not anymore...she's different."

"Back in wonderland? You liked her then?"

Hiroki opened his mouth to reply.

"Go ahead," A gentle voice met his ears, he jumped at the sound. Alice sat right behind the box of mochi that rested between him and Nowaki on the bed. "Tell him how much you hate me. Tell him how I was the only one who was there to listen to you gush about your little boy crushes." She had a little ball of Mochi in her hand, which she popped in her mouth with a cheeky grin.

"Hiroki-san? What's wrong?" Nowaki asked worriedly. Hiroki slowly turned back to him with wide eyes.

"Nothing." he said softly.

"Tell him how I stabbed you and wonderland in the back. Tell him that you were the victim!" Her voice cracked, "Because it could never be the other way around could it!? Because wonderland could have never let me down, right? Right?! Because you're too perfect to be the bad guy!"

Hiroki flinched at every harsh shout. She sounded like she was crying, but then would turn back to the sarcastic angry hisses. He wasn't able to think straight. He was panicking again. She was right there and he was going to break down in front of Nowaki. His blood pumped quickly through his veins and it was hard to swallow. His body was painfully hot and his loose white clothes felt a couple sizes too tight. He couldn't understand what anybody was saying anymore, Alice's aggressive shouts blended into one loud, angry note. Nowaki's cooes, and worried calls were quarter notes that blended with Alice's into an all too familiar melody of panic.

Then there was a cool hand on his. Everything was quiet, only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard, "Hiroki-san," Nowaki's soft voice called the nickname, a sweet song of comfort that Hiroki melted into. Nowaki reached out and brushed the tears from Hiroki's cheek.

"You're safe," He said, and Hiroki believed it. He felt safe. This man he's known for less than twenty four hours made him feel home, and he had no idea why. Hiroki dismissed it as his youthful charm. "Did...Are you uncomfortable here, Hiroki-san?"

Hiroki nodded stiffly.

"Would you like to go to my office?"

Hiroki nodded once more. Nowaki cupped his hands and beckoned him go follow. Hiroki was silent and stared at the ground as Nowaki led him to his office. He focused on keeping the tears in. He heard the whispers from the nurses, the screaming of other patients, or behind it all, the cold silence in some of the rooms they passed. No movement, no sound despite holding psychopaths and schizos, all the humans that went 'wrong'.

Out if Hiroki's Peripheral

"Are you okay?" Nowaki asked once Hiroki was settled.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…It was hot in there." he sighed

Nowaki nodded with a frown, Hiroki's room had gotten terribly cold around the time he started to 'get uncomfortable', but he decided not to question it. "So...Alice what does she look like?"

"Well...she...um she's different. When I was little, she wore a pretty blue dress, or the green one. She sometimes even wore a yellow one, but she didn't like it." Hiroki shook his head wildly, "W-whatever. She always wore this white apron thing. It was...really old. Then...she came in these tattered rags for a short period of time in my teenage years. Then...something happened." Hiroki fell silent for a few moments, staring at the ground with furrowed brows, "Anyway, after it...happened, she was in this...provocative dress. It was black and sleeveless and sometimes it's cut short, high up on her thighs, sometimes there is a slit going from her upper thigh down her leg, sometimes it goes all the way to the ground."

Nowaki nodded, "Well...with the way you describe her, do you think she may be a manifestation of your subconscious romantic and sexual desires? A younger boy would want a pretty, girly wife, a teen boy would want a bad girl an-"

"No!" Hiroki sputtered, "It's not...I'm not...She isn't-"

"Hiroki-san there is no reason to be embarrassed. Manifested desires a very common. Especially desires that one isn't very proud of.." Nowaki said with a smile.

"I'm gay! I don't like her." Hiroki's face felt hot and he twitched uncomfortably in his seat. He shouted it. He was so upset with the thought of liking Alice...Alice. Disgusting horrible Alice.

"Oh," Nowaki said softly.

"I-I'm sorry," Hiroki whispered. Nowaki probably thought he was some type of pervert. He knows the people in the hospital aren't very fond of people like him. He really messed this up.

"Don't apologize. You shouldn't be ashamed, I'm not ashamed."

"When will we be done he- wait…" Hiroki trailed off, looking up at Nowaki's cool smile, "What did you just say? You're not ashamed of what?"

Nowaki chuckled he stood and rested a hand on Hiroki's head, "We have much more in common than you think Hiroki-san. Now, do you want to eat lunch? You slept passed it."

With a blush still staining Hiroki's face he swallowed thickly, "No, I'm not hungry."

Nowaki frowned and sighed, "Are you sure?"

Hiroki nodded, "I just...want to go back to my room."

Nowaki shook his head, "Fine. I'll walk you back." Hiroki nodded.

They walked back in silence Hiroki awkwardly picking at his fingernails, despite his pride he shyly hung his head down and twitched nervously.

They were now in the very familiar lunch room, full if chatter, screaming, and scolding. The sickening noises, as twisted as it sounded, made him feel calm. He felt home in this fucked up place. Well...nothing will feel as warm and safe as wonderland did. The funny thing had always been...wonderland was far from safe, Hiroki knew that, but it was the thrill that made him happy. Like a book come to life. He mourned for wonderland every day. Grieved over its memory, wishing none of…'it' had happened.

"Hiroki-san, I have another patient to attend to in about an hour, I was going to spend the whole day with them but after hearing about what happened this morning...I couldn't leave you alone." Nowaki said softly, his voice barely stretching over the boisterousness of the cafeteria.

Hiroki shrugged, "I was fine...it was nothing new, really."

Nowaki cringed in pity and Hiroki swore he could smack him over the head with a book, "Well...we should eat lunch together someday Hiroki-san. I'll see you soon okay? Enjoy your food." Nowaki reached out and engulfed him in a giant hug, "I'll have the Mochi ready when we see eachother next!"

Hiroki felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He pushed away from Nowaki, "We've known eachother for two days, bimbo. Don't act so close. Don't you have a patient to get to, brat?" Hiroki spat quickly, immediately spitting o on the flame Nowaki was starting.

It didn't bother Nowaki.

"Oh, Yes! I'll see you soon Hiroki-san!" Nowaki called as he jogged out the cafeteria. Hiroki watched the exit for a long time. Nowaki was a very handsome man, and very sweet. He was sincerely kind to Hiroki, despite Hiroki trying to convince himself otherwise. Nowaki really was the perfect guy. He would make somebody happy some day. Just not Hiroki. Nothing was worth the torture and guilt Alice would drown him with. There is no way they'd be more than a patient and psychiatrist. He couldn't afford that.

Hiroki sighed, turned toward the lunch line, and shook his head. He left the cafeteria quickly and snuck back to his room.

Nowaki finally made it back to his office. He smiled as he looked at the mochi. Hiroki face was nothing less than horribly adorable when Nowaki pulled it out. Nowaki hated to choose favorites, especially so soon, but out of his two patients, Hiroki was his favorite. Nowaki could just gobble up his flushed cheeks, twirl his soft hair, and wrap him up when his eyebrows furrowed and called Nowaki a brat.

Nowaki, so far, had loved working at the hospital, his other patient, Misaki Takahashi, was a sweet young boy, with a horribly dark past that made Nowaki sick. However he listened to Misaki , and didn't blame him for…any of the things he did. He was from the 'Hiigh Security Zone'

Nowaki picked up the mochi ice cream. He stopped. There were three empty dips in the container, he had one, and Hiroki had one. He was absolutely positive Hiroki had put it down after awhile, looking sick. Where did the other Mochi go. It'd be quite troublesome if it melted in his office. He cringed at the thought of a muster of ants claiming his workspace. He's be even more upset if they had dropped in Hiroki's room. It would be quite selfish of him to leave it there. So Nowaki decided that while Hiroki was eating, he'd go to his room, and clean up the expected mess.

When Hiroki entered his room, it was quiet. Everyone in his ward was going about their day. They weren't allowed in their rooms until sunset, or free time. Hiroki blissfully sighed. He was finally alone. He tipped toward the stiff bed and let gravity carry him into its disappointing lack of warmth.

Despite the discomfort, he balanced and the ledge of consciousness, he could feel the bed supporting his weight but his mind seemed to be covered with a blanket.

"So," A voice shoved him harshly to one side. He opened his eyes. Alice stood in the middle of the room. "You're not listening to me."

Her grey eyes glanced up at him, Hiroki swallowed thickly, not knowing what to say. Alice stared at him for a bit, she was silent. Something had changed in her. She seemed less sarcastic, more sad. Less pure evil more...angry. Even considering her poker face, something shadowed her pretty features, making them a unsettling thing to look at.

Alice's plush lips formed into a small 'O', she whistled.

Hiroki jumped horribly as the Lurker tugged itself out of the wall, it ripped open the wood and wall paper, clumsy, harshly pulling itself passed the jagged wood. It tumbled onto the floor, its muscles shaking as it pushed itself up to sit next to Alice.

Hiroki felt as if he was going to cry, but he bit it back. Alice lifted a hand, and opened her mouth as if she was going to say something. She was still before letting out a defeated sigh. Hiroki sat and waited as she sat there for a few more seconds. The silence weighed heavy in the air, breaking his bones, making him nauseous.

Alice quickly bent down and snatched the Lurkers claw before marching forward, dragging the thing behind. It let out broken yelps and pants of distress as it struggled to keep up with her. She gripped Hiroki's hand and dug the tip of the claw deep into his knuckles. Hiroki screamed in pain, feeling the claw move under his skin. She did the same with his other hand, he bit his lip until it too was bleeding. Letting out small cries through his teeth.

"Im disappointed." She said simply as she pulled away, glaring at him, "I'm done with trying."

Her and the lurker were gone.

But the hole was not.

Hiroki began to panick.

There was a hole in his wall and blood all over his sheets. He looked like he hurt himself, or somebody. He'd be put into what the patients in the hospital called the special unit. The place where the the crazy people went. So crazy the crazies even think think they're crazy. If that makes any sense. Hiroki jumped to his feet, of his sheets which were already sopping with crimson. His hand pulsed and anguish.

Hiroki let out a helpless sob. He's a strong man, full of pride and confidence. Especially considering being locked up in a mental hospital, but the special unit scared everyone. It never helped anyone, it made them worse. In the hospital you had a small chance of being released. Yet it was still a chance. In the special unit, you were done for. People were basically thrown there because they were beyond help. You were left there to rot.

Hiroki grit his teeth, his hands hurt, his heart was beating so fast. How could he clean all this up in a few hours.

Hiroki wiped his tears with his shirt. He was a smart man. He had three hours before room checks. He could find a way to sneak out and get rid of the sheets. He snuck out of the lunchroom all the time. He snuck out of his room to get water. This was no different. Just...with a sheet full of blood.

Hiroki whimpered and nodded to himself. He would not let this happen. Not to him. It could not happen to him.

Hiroki's heart stopped.

His world fell.

Everything was scary.

Fear gripped every bone in his body.

His existence crumbled as the sharp sound from the door whacked his eardrums.

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Hiroki-san? Are you in there?"

A/N: Again thanks for reading! Also, we still have lots to learn about Alice, Wonderland, Hiroki, and oh boy...Misaki! That boys got quite the story brewing! Please remember to leave comments, whether you want me to continue this story, what you liked about this chapter what you didn't blah blah blah. See you next time!