Hey guys! Here's chapter two of Seeing Things! I hope that you enjoy it~

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All references to mental disorders, institutionalizing process, and the medical procedure that persons with said mental disorders go through is made up. Do not take this as a serious psychological process, I did the best with what information that I could find that would fit in the story.

As soon as he is left alone, a demon appears. A majestic figure clothed in ebony. His very presence screams power and Wolfram is little more than a slave to him. A follower. But it was alright. It was perfectly fine.

This Yuuri took away the hurt.

He had been asked several times to explain the hurt, but he couldn't do it. It was impossible. Indescribable. It was a tugging sensation, something that pulled at the very fabrics of his mind. Something that made his words turn to mush and his movements sluggish. It made his world shift and his vision foggy. He couldn't see. Couldn't breathe.

This Yuuri made all of that disappear. Cleared everything up. It was like being trapped in darkness for an immeasurable amount of time, and suddenly, you find a lit candle. The darkness still surrounds you, but you have a glimmer of light, no matter how unstable it is. It's still there. Wolfram would do anything to banish the darkness, but it couldn't be done. The hurt would never leave. But this Yuuri, this light, could distract him from it. Could make it hurt less.

Wolfram needed that.

He had known this Yuuri for quite some time. He had seen him almost everywhere. A constant presence. Just like the other Yuuri. He pretended to himself that it was alright. That it was normal. He couldn't fight it, so he just let it be. Let it fester.

He would look in the mirror and see snake eyes. He would look down at his shadow and see another silhouette next to him. He would make a sudden turn and see the fading figure adorned in black. Wolfram had known that something was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone. He couldn't admit that there was something else that was wrong with him. He wasn't crazy. This Yuuri was not fake, but he could pretend. He had no idea why this demon appeared to him in Yuuri's image. Yuuri was his safe place, where he went when he was afraid or upset. Yuuri was safety. He was sunlight and all that was good. He was love. And yet why was this Yuuri so…dark. He embodied evil. Wolfram knew this, and yet he couldn't stop seeing him. He soon began to anticipate seeing this Yuuri. Wolfram knew it was wrong. He knew.

When this Yuuri had started talking to him, he told the other Yuuri. Wolfram had told him one morning when they were eating. He had just blurted it out.

"Yuuri…I'm seeing things…"

Yuuri had asked him to describe it in detail. To leave nothing out.

"He comes to me when I'm alone…he makes the hurt go away…He looks like you, Yuuri. Like another you. But he's dark…scary…like a demon. He tells me to do things to myself. Last night, he wanted me to hang myself, but I thought that I should ask you before I did it. Is it alright to listen to him? He says that I should…"

Yuuri had looked shocked. His face had paled stark white and his mouth had hung open. In an instant, Yuuri had gathered the blond into his arms, clutching the willing body to him. Wolfram's heart had started to beat fast. Very fast. He had looked up, over Yuuri's shoulder. The other Yuuri had been looking at him directly, furious eyes burning into his.

"How dare you…" He had hissed.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram had muttered into Yuuri's shoulder.

"Y-Yes? Wolf what is it?"

"He's standing behind you…"

Yuuri had spun around very quickly, fear radiating from his body, eyes wide in terror. After a short moment of seeing nothing, he had turned back to Wolfram and grasped both of his shoulders firmly.

"Listen, Wolf. You cannot listen to him. He's not me. He wants to hurt you. Don't listen. The real me is here to protect you. Just please…please don't listen."

Wolfram had nodded, and the conversation had been over with.

And Wolfram didn't listen to this Yuuri. He had ignored him. This Yuuri had grown even angrier.

Eventually, Wolfram had been left alone in the apartment. It had been scary. Terrifying. He had wanted whatever joke Yuuri was playing to stop, instantly. He had called out for him.

"Yuuri? Where are you?"

And then it had happened. A knife. Blood. Yuuri calling his name.

Nothing he could do to stop it.

Wolfram could feel the crisp sheets on his skin, gently rubbing against it. Everything was blurry…fuzzy…He heard someone shift next to him. Where was he? He was laying on something soft…A bed?

"Go back to sleep, Wolf…" He heard a familiar voice murmured, gently stroking his blond hair. He obeyed the voice and allowed himself to slip back into unconsciousness.

The next time Wolfram awoke, he felt numb. He couldn't really feel anything, and for that, he was glad. His ears, however, could pick up the sound of arguing. A man and a woman.

"He needs to be placed under the care of people who are trained to handle his disorder!" the woman shouted.

The man was quick to argue back. "He's fine where he is, now! There's nothing wrong with the life he leads!"

The woman regretfully answered. "He's in a hospital bed, now. Is this the kind of life that you want for him? We have no choice."

"I don't want to lose him…"

Focusing on the argument lost priority as Wolfram's mind became a haze once more. He allowed himself to slip back into darkness.

He woke once more to a man beside him. Crying. Wolfram wanted to reach out and to comfort him, but he couldn't move his arms. He pulled against the force that bond them to the bed, but it was useless. He was trapped. This fact scared him very much. He tried tugging again and again, fighting against it.

His eyes snapped open and he looked around the blurry room, writhing on the bed in pain that was caused by his rapid movements. He still didn't stop. He tugged and twisted his arms in an attempt to escape. In an attempt to reach out to the crying man. Everything was blurry. He couldn't see anything other than colors and obscure shapes. His head rounded to the man, his arms still struggling.

The man stopped his crying and quickly stood and pressed something the wall, calling out for a doctor.

A woman with long hair and a nice smile entered the room, calmly stroking Wolfram's hair as she injected him with something that made everything even more blurred.

Darkness consumed him, once more.

After a very still sleep, Wolfram woke once more. The man was still there. This time, he spoke instead of crying, but his voice still held the tinge of sadness. Wolfram didn't want this man to be sad.

"I didn't want this for you, Wolfram…" He whispered regretfully. "I tried my best to protect you, and I failed. This is my fault."

Wolfram's dry lips could barely form the words 'not your fault,' before the darkness claimed him.

The next time that Wolfram awoke, it was to a much clearer world. He could see clearly and could make out more than just the shape and color of things. He was in a very small room with pale pink painted walls and white curtains on the window. Flowers sat in a vase on a white bedside table. A monitor beeped constantly beside his bed. The bed, itself, was very unique. It reclined rather than lay flat, with great white metal bars raised slightly on each side. It wasn't meant to act as a prison, but was clearly meant to keep the patient in the bed. Looking down, Wolfram saw that his arms were strapped to the metal bars, securely bond by three tethers on each side.

Wolfram's eyes turned upwards to examine the room once more, but this time, his eyes met black ones. Yuuri.

"Wolf? You're awake?" Yuuri was about to stand and press the button on the wall that he had pressed before, when Wolfram stopped him.

"I-I'm fine, Yuuri." Wolfram was surprised by the hoarse quality to his voice. "Where am I? How long have I been asleep?"

Yuuri's eyes failed to meet his as he quietly answered Wolfram's second question, choosing to ignore the first. "You've been asleep for eight days."

Wolfram's eyes widened in surprise. Eight days? What about school? What about work?

At that moment, two women entered the room. One of them Wolfram recognized to be his psychiatrist, Gisela, the other, however, was unfamiliar. When she smiled, though, Wolfram identified her as the doctor who had made him go to sleep.

"How are you feeling, Wolfram?" The doctor asked.

Wolfram chose not to answer. He felt uncomfortable under her blank stare. After a moment of silence, the doctor chose to carry on the conversation as if Wolfram had deigned her with a reply.

"I'm glad that you are up! Right on schedule." She answered brightly, walking over to the end of the bed to pick up a clipboard. "You did quite a number on yourself…You'll be in bed for another three weeks."

Wolfram couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to the restraints on his arms.

Gisela chose to speak up, this time. "Wolfram…I hope you understand the implications of what you've done to yourself. As of eight days ago, you've been classified as a danger to yourself and, therefore, must be restrained and watched for a minimum of six months before they will release you."

Wolfram's eyes widened and he slumped down into the bedding, the breath leaving his body in one gasp. He attempted, once more, to ask the one question that he desperately didn't want an answer to. This was no normal hospital. Something was stranger about this place.

"W-Where am I?"

Yuuri was about to open his mouth to answer, but cowardice stopped him. Gisela noticed and spoke up for him.

"You are in a mental correction facility. The Von Wincott Institution for the Mentally Unwell."

This sentence stopped Wolfram's heart. "I-Institution? I'm in an insane asylum?"

The doctor gently corrected him. "Mental institution."

Wolfram began to gasp for air, as though someone had delivered a hard punch to his stomach.

Gisela spoke once more. "Wolfram…You have textbook schizophrenia. Hallucinations, hearing voices, even acting as the voices tell you? You need to be in a place where you have doctors who are better able to help you than I am."

"Don't I have a say in this?" Wolfram shouted.

"I'm afraid not…" The psychiatrist answered. "Although being involuntary committed is rare, by nearly killing yourself and holding a past record of psychological disorders, you are being submitted for a psychological evaluation by Ms. Julia, here. Upon proving yourself to be mentally well, you will be released." Gisela paused before speaking once more. "You will be kept here for six months. If you show signs of improvement, than you will be released."

"Six…months…" Wolfram spoke as if he had suffered a blow.

"I've already informed both your school and your workplace. Your family has also consented. I'm sorry." Gisela mentioned sadly.

Wolfram could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he thought about what six months in this place meant. He didn't want this. He didn't need this. His eyes desperately sought out the only person who could do something about it. "Yuuri! Please…don't do this to me!"

Yuuri wouldn't meet his eyes.

Blond hair shook as Wolfram struggled against his binds once more. "Please! Why won't you look at me? Yuuri!"

"I'm sorry, Wolf…There's nothing I can do…" Yuuri stood from the chair that he had been situated in for the better half of a week. "I'll come back to visit you in a week…And who knows? Maybe this will all work out for the better…"

Yuuri leaned over to move Wolfram's fringe out of his eyes, looking into them without hesitation. "This is for the best, Wolfram."

The tears finally spilled over. "No…Yuuri…please…"

Wolfram's pupils dilated and he moved his eyes across the room quickly, never settling on one place for too long. The window. The door. The bed. Ms. Julia. Gisela. The other Yuuri.

The other Yuuri…it was all his fault. He stood grinning and leaning against the wall near the window. Waiting. Watching.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram screamed through his tears and lack of air. He was sure that he was near hyperventilating. He didn't care. Yuuri backed away, and soon, he was moving towards the door. They all were.

"Don't leave me! Yuuri!"

Wolfram fought against the restrains once more, though this time, the fight was less involved. He knew that he wasn't getting out anytime, soon. The door clicked shut and Wolfram was alone.

"Hello again, pet…"

By the tone of his voice, Wolfram could tell that the other Yuuri was pissed.

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