Voices in My Head

Chapter Two

The hospital towered over Anti, and a sinking feeling crept into his stomach. Swallowing the vomit that had accumulated in his mouth, Anti started heading towards the door, pressing the small red button on the panel next to the door. "Who is it?!" Through the intercom, a loud voice yelled.

"It's me, I'm here to see Dark," Anti responded with false confidence.

The intercom went dead for a long minute before it sparked back to life. "Go away Anti, you'll make things worse." The person on the other line snapped.

Anti reacted by flinching. He began to back up but then shook his head. "Please let me in right away; I need to see him," Anti repeated.

"If you want to see the monster you created, fine, but we warned you." The person sighed, as the door let out a loud buzz. Then slowly swung open.

The door slowly closed behind him as he entered the building. Anti proceeded along the long dark corridor, photos of all the many physicians and nurses who worked here hung on the walls, a few inches beneath was a gold plaque with their titles and positions. Anti kept walking until he reached what he imagined was the receptionist; honestly, Anti didn't recall the layout of the building because he had only come to say goodbye to Dark.

"Sign in and take this Guest ID card." The receptionist instructed while sliding a clipboard with an ID tag on top towards him. Anti did what he was told, then pinned the ID tag onto his shirt.

"Patient Iplier is in room 209, down the hall to the left." She instructed, nudging her head down the hallway.

"Thank you." Anti nodded.

"You're lucky if you make it out alive." Before returning to her computer, the receptionist mumbled to herself.

Anti began strolling down a comparable hallway, rolling his eyes. Why do they believe he won't get out alive? Dark wouldn't murder him, right? Anti pushed that notion to the back of his mind and began chewing the nerves out of his bottom lip. He couldn't stop his thoughts from wondering, especially when it came to Dark. The power of Dark was always one of the things that pulled Anti in. Sure, they were rivals at first, but only because Mark and Jack felt it would be good for their views. In addition to Anti despising Dark's arrogance, it was Wilford who drew him aside and revealed Anti Dark's softer side.

In all honesty, Wilford was the one who brought them together; many feared it wouldn't last due to their explosively different personalities, but Anti took great delight in proving his creator and best friend wrong. And Anti will be ecstatic when he proves the foolish man wrong. Dark will be alright; he'll remember Anti and won't be angry that he abandoned him to languish for three years...right?

Shaking his head, Anti arrived at a wide plexiglass window with a perfect view of the room. The room was sparsely furnished, with simply a bed in a corner and a toilet. Large cuts in the concrete were carved on the walls. While the floor was strewn with papers and shattered crayons. When he was the red stain on the glass, Anti's confidence shifted. He took a step closer to the window when a hand smacked against it, causing Anti to scream and leap backward.

After regaining his breath, Anti took time to watch his boyfriend. Dark's hair was longer and twisted into a tiny ponytail. He had a slew of small white scars on his face and hands, but what frightened Anti was that Dark's eyes weren't chocolate brown, but crimson. As scarlet smeared the glass, Anti watched Dark move his hand along it.

"D-Dark, you frightened me." Anti panted and rested his hand on his chest.

"What are you doing here?" He growled.

"I came to see you," Anti replied.

Dark just stood there staring for a long time. "After three years, you've decided to check in on how I'm doing," he said between fits of laughter.

"I needed time to think." Anti found himself saying.

Dark released a noise that caused Anti to flinch as he slammed a fist against the glass. The plexiglass vibrated almost threatening to shatter. "You left me Septic!" He shouted.

"I tried to persuade Mark not to send you here, but after what you did to Amy Dark, he was furious." Anti attempted to reason. He could feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes, which he despised.

"You didn't do anything; if you loved me, you'd have tried more." He snapped and turned away.

"That's the issue, I adore you. I love you so deeply that I felt I had to bring you here to save you from disappearing." Anti finally responded.

"If you love me so much, get me the fuck out of here," Dark stated.

Anti swallowed because he couldn't breathe. Half of him wanted to hold Dark again, but he was afraid Dark might stab him in the back. He understood Dark had lost control and that he was now a ticking time bomb. Or a rabid dog, who is affectionate one minute and then goes for the kill the next. "I can't," Anti said quietly.

"We're done here, aren't we, Septic?" Dark responded by pulling himself off the glass and disappearing into a room corner. Light scribbling could be heard from the corner, and Anti opened his mouth to speak but hastily shut it again. As he took the Guest ID tag off and raced to his car, tears streamed down his cheeks.