Here it is, just like I promised! The Obsession Sequel! For those who read the Author's Note I left behind *Cough* no one *Cough* I lied. I tried so hard to make Gilbert's side of the story but I just couldn't!
Important: So instead of this chapter being Gilbert's side of the story I decided to make an alternate ending for those who absolutely could not handle unknown endings. So this side of the story has absolutely no connection to the first chapter in case you were wondering.
Beware: Psychotic!Mattie. I can only say that cuz I don't want to spoil the story.
Enjoy.
Entry 11 January 5,
The van is not here anymore, but the man is here. I feel him. He's hiding in the shadows, watching my every move, my every breath. He's here, in my house where I can't see him.
I know he's here.
Alfred won't believe me, and Arthur suggested I see a psychiatrist. They don't understand. They don't know what it feels like to be watched every second of the day. No one's here to help me, not even Kumajiro.
When I went to retreive him, the helpers told me someone had taken him already. Someone who supposedly had a connection with me. They only told me he was a deathly pale albino. He's taken Kumajiro away. I'm truly alone now and I'm scared.
Sometimes, I see flashes of his face at the window. Deep red eyes, watching and watching, and watching. Waiting for me to give in. He's going to do something, I know it. I have to prepare, I have to leave, must hide.
Must hide from the man named Gil-
A loud crashing came from the entryway as Matthew's cousin came bursting through the door. Matthew, beyond terrified, stood petrified as he held a hand to his erratic heart, his journal entry forgotten.
"A-Alfred?" Came Matthew's frightened whisper, the boy was deathly pale, and seemed as if he would collapse at any given moment. Alfred, recovering from his vigorous entry, now stood and stomped over to the Canadian. Matthew flinched, but otherwise remained unmoving.
"Mattie, why haven't you responded to your Mother? She's worried sick!" The Canadian parted his lips, but kept silent. His violet eyes were still bulging out, and it began to make Alfred uncomfortable.
"Mattie...look at me. What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?" There was desperation in the American's voice, he truly was worried for his cousin. It had been a long time since he acted up this badly.
"Alfred...you want to know what's wrong?" Matthew's head was downcast, his curly strands of blonde hiding his face from view. The room grew silent with suspense, and an air of uneasiness chilled Alfred.
"He's here Alfred. He hasn't left me alone. I don't know what he wants but he's always watching me. I-I don't know w-what to do!" By the end of the sentence, the twenty-one year old was close to hyperventilating.
Alfred, ignoring his cousin's anxiety induced state, noticed a small book on the desk behind the Canadian. Without detection, he silently reached around his family member and grasped the book. Once in his hand, the American began to flip through the pages, his expressions changing from confusion, to shock, and finally sympathy.
"Matthew," Called Alfred, his pitying gaze never leaving the distraught figure in front of him. Matthew, forcing himself to calm down, finally looked up and saw his journal in Alfred's hands. He made no move to grab it however, only stood staring at Alfred waiting.
"Matthew...what name were you going to write down here?" Alfred's tone was solemn, his eyes dropped as he waited for an answer he knew Matthew had. On the other hand, Matthew looked lost.
"The man..."
"Yes, the man's name. Whose name were you going to write?" Surprisingly, Alfred's voice calmed down the Canadian for him to think properly, and he answered without hesitation.
"Gilbert Beilshmidt."
Alfred didn't look the least bit surprised. If anything it appeared as if he had known the answer all along. He uttered a heavy sigh and began to speak when Matthew rudely cut him off. Speaking fast in an indifferent tone.
"Matt-"
"He's albino, he has snow white hair and blood red eyes. He's German and has a brother. A younger brother..."
A tense silence coiled in the small room as the tension grew. Matthew's eyes suddenly opened wide in fear and he clutched his head with both hands as if it were to explode.
"Yes him! It's him! He's the one! The one who looks at me, he's here, and as I speak he draws closer! He's the one who won't leave me alone! He's obsessed! Obsessed! Obsessed!"
Matthew continued on with his little chant until two hands gripped harshly at his shoulders and shook him roughly, from side to side.
"Matthew this has to stop! The only one who's obsessed here is you!" Alfred shouted, a mixture of frustration and concern in his tone. Matthew seemed to snap out of the trance he had been in only a few minutes ago, and once again seemed lost.
"I...don't understand."
Alfred ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair as he tried to keep his composure. Another deep sigh came from the taller blonde and finally he began the interrogation of his younger cousin.
"How do you know that?"
"...I..."
"How are you sure he's the one that's stalking you?"
"B-because..."
"Who is Gilbert Beilshmidt, Matthew?"
"You don't know do you?"
Matthew collapsed onto the floor and crawled into a little ball. Alfred's sympathetic gaze hardened as he looked down on the shaken man.
"Matthew, Gilbert was your psychiatrist. Remember Dr. Beilshmidt? You have Paranoid Personality Disorder Mattie, and you were getting too hostile in the crowded city. You suspected everyone, even your own Mother! You isolated yourself and stopped going to work. The whole family was worried that's why we sent you..."
"The asylum..."
Matthew, still huddled began to remember. Short bursts of memories would appear before him, then they'd be gone in an instant. In each flashback was a man with short white hair, and red piercing eyes. He was tall, a few inches more than the Canadian, and he bellowed a strange laugh.
"Yes, unfortunately the doctor we took you to thought that if we isolated you a bit from society, along with your medication, you'd be cured. It was the only way Mattie. Talk therapy only landed Mr. Bonnefoy in the hospital."
"D-Dr. Beilshmidt..."
Alfred bit his lip and balled his hands into fists to maintain his anger. It had been a mistake to believe some time in the asylum would help Mattie, he was already a lost cause. If only he hadn't been so deluded! Maybe then Matthew wouldn't be so close to the edge of his sanity.
"Beilshmidt was the doctor put in charge of you. I-I don't know h-how he gained your trust Mattie...I couldn't visit you for long periods of time because of that damn bastard's orders! That was when...w-when he..."
"Doctor...he...he hurt me, Alfred." Matthew had reverted back to a child, sobbing over something he could vaguely remember. That man in the white lab coat...
He was Matthew's love.
Matthew grew so attached to the security the Doctor provided, he unknowingly trusted the only person he should have doubted. Dr. Beilshmidt was too kind to Matthew, helped him through the days Matthew swore the guards would kill him. In that sound-proof office of his 'personal' doctor he was so vulnerable.
"Matthew...that man was sick...He needed the medication as much as you did!"
"No! H-He...He kept me safe!"
"No! He abused you Matthew! And when you were let out he came after you! Why don't you remember?!"
Matthew shook his head furiously to the side. Clutching his head that felt like close to exploding, he began to remember...
"Dr. Beilshmidt..."
"Please Birdie, call me Gilbert. We are close now."
"G-gilbert then..."
"Yes? What's the problem?"
"The n-nurses they're trying to poison me!"
The man with red eyes smirked in amusement. He sat down across from his patient, and motioned the boy over to him. Matthew, although with some difficulty due to the straight-jacket, managed to walk over to his doctor. The safest place for him to be.
"So it's the nurses this time? What makes you think they'd ever try to poison you?"
"They are! Today after they force fed me the pills they laughed! Why else would they have laughed like that?!"
The paitent was close to tears, his lip quivering due to an unknown fear. Gilbert reached out and sat him on his lap, making sure the blonde was facing him.
"Wh-what?"
"Matthew do you trust me?"
The violet eyed man tilted his head in confusion, in a way that was undeniably cute. The Doctor couldn't resist in leaning down and placing a small peck on those delicious lips.
The German couldn't help but smirk into the kiss when he felt the Canadian push back, feeding the monster held withing the Doctor. Finally he moved away, leaving his breathless patient winded.
"Birdie, you know I love you right?"
"You know that I'd never let them hurt you."
"...N-never?"
"Never. I am the only one you can trust Birdie. Everyone else will only try to hurt you. Trust me Birdie. Only trust me."
"I-I trust you..."
Alfred was letting his frustration towards the situation get to him. He needed to calm down and show Mattie that he was not a threat. He bent down to eye level with his Canadian cousin, and realized that Matthew was bleeding. A trail of blood flowed freely as he remembered the events of his past.
"H-he..."
Another memory flashed and interrupted Matthew.
He opened his violet and saw himself being dragged away, still wrapped in his straight jacket but seemingly asleep. A dark red dart caught his attention. It was embedded deep into the side of his thigh. Upon closer expection he realized he had multiple darts stuck all around his thighs and shoulders.
He could only watch as his body was dragged away by two gaurds. Matthew heard shouting, and whipped around to witness Dr. Beilshmidt straddling a guard and punching him with reckless abandon. Without his consent, Matthew ran at him. He tried to wrap his arms around Gilbert and pull him off the man but his arms just went through his body.
Matthew had to remind himself that he was only reliving a memory so as to not panic. But he couldn't help it when finally more guards arrived and took hold of a now bloody Dr. Beilshmidt.
"Mein Birdie! Mein Birdie! Matthew! Don't worry, I'll find you!" He called, reaching desperately in the direction Matthew's limp body was being carried off to. A pounding in his head made Matthew cry out and screw his eyes shut.
When he reopened them, he was on the floor back in his house, with a worried American shoving tissues up his nose.
Matthew sat up slowly, and gently pushed his fretting cousin out of the way. All his memories came flooding back. His therapy sessions with Mr. Bonnefoy, the court trial, his administration to the Hetalia Asylum, his white room, and Dr. Beilshmidt.
"Please Birdie, call me Gilbert. We are close now."
Gilbert. Gilbert. A thousand times Gilbert. He remembered. It was Gilbert. The things they did. The drugs. The doctor's dirty office that held all their secrets.
"Please Birdie, call me Gilbert. We are close now."
Close. They were close. They were lovers. The drug helped. Matthew loved the drug. The drug called lust. It helped. It helped him forget. He was safe with the Dr. Beilshmidt. But Dr. Beilshmidt was dirty. He was just as confused as Matthew.
"Please Birdie, call me Gilbert. We are close now."
They were caught. A guard that trespassed onto their forbidden territory and saw poor, crazy Matthew bent over a table. He was taken away after that. He was shot with so many drugs he had to fall asleep. When he had next woken up, he had no recollection of the past year he had spent locked up.
"We are close now."
It all made sense now.
Matthew looked up to Alfred and smiled, blood smeared around his face. He calmly stood up as if had not been hallucinating in the past hour. His American cousin, looked at him warily, still expecting Matthew to turn hostile at any moment.
"I remember, Alfred."
Matthew could practically see all the stress and worry exit Alfred as he slouched and smiled. He clapped Matthew on the back, completely forgetting his brute strength, and began talking excitedly.
"I'm so glad you're cured now, Mattie! You really had me worried!"
"I'm sorry it took me this long to realize that there really is no threat. It was all just my imagination."
"Whew~Glad to hear that! I'll come by on Monday to pick you up and we'll head over to your Mom's house. I bet she's worried sick!"
"Sure."
"Alright then, I'll leave you alone now so go get some rest Mattie!"
"Please Alfred, call me Birdie. Aren't we close?"
"Uh, sure. See ya!"
Matthew shut the door after Alfred, a small smile on his still bloody face. He slowly climbed up the stairs to the second floor, and walked over to his bedroom. Slipping to the floor, he blindly searched for something hidden under his bed. Upon finding the box, he opened it, took ahold of the metal object, and trudged to his bathroom.
"There is no threat." He called out into the dark hallway. It was raining again.
"Of course not." A voice called back. Oh how Matthew had missed that voice.
He entered his bathroom, not bothering to flick on the lights. He didn't need light to see what he was doing. What he was about to do anyway.
"I'm not crazy." Matthew called again, he needed reassurance.
"Not in the slightest."
Matthew innocent smile turned into a demented grin, as he stood in his darkened bathroom staring into the mirror. In the mirror he saw his own face, bloody and all. He didn't care about himself though, he was much to busy staring into a another pair of eyes.
Dark red eyes shown brightly in the dark bathroom. A flash of thunder sounded outside, and briefly lightened the bathroom, allowing Matthew to see a pale white face, with silver hair spiked in different directions, and a feral grin aimed directly at him.
Matthew slowly raised the metal object so that it pointed to his head as two arms, cold as the wind howling outside, wound themselves around his waist.
"Dr. Beilshmidt." He let the name fall from his lips in a whisper.
"Please Birdie, call me Gilbert. We are close now."
Another crack of thunder light up the blood splattered walls as it drowned out the sound of a gun firing.
So what do you think? :) Sorry if it wasn't up to your standards. Leave me a review and tell me what you thought about it, which ending you liked better and so on!
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-Awesome Empress