On the Precipice of Insanity [Yandere! Sasuke Uchiha x Reader]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

She stares at the plain white ceiling. There is nothing interesting in it, and that headache has been bothering her for quite some time. For her it seems impossible to sleep with it. Why it won't go away? - she has no idea. Also, that dream about this raven-haired boy - Sasuke was his name - keeps replaying in her mind. Whatever relation they have, she is willing to find out. What does he even want from her? Is there something that makes her that interesting for him? In her view she is just a simple medic, a neurologist. What value could she have that he sees in her? Maybe she is his ticket out of the mental hospital . . . One thing is clear: That Sasuke Uchiha causes trouble, first mentally and now even physically. She could have sworn him touching her in that dream that felt so real.

"This environment makes me go crazy," she says, getting up. A cold breeze runs from behind her and she only by then notices that she has been sweating a lot whilst being asleep. Her whole body is confusing her. She knows she needs sleep more than anything right now, but she certainly won't find any here, in this plain room. It simply makes her feel even more uncomfortable, all this white, this hospital-like furniture, hell, even the wet rag is white. That one thing she needs more than this headache going away is colors. Besides, all this white reminds her of the place she wishes to never experience, not even in a dream.Horrifying. Yes, it wasn't just that voice and Sasuke who traumatized that woman, no, that room as well. She could practically see the walls nearing her, trying to take away the life-essential oxygen. But as she awoke and noted that it was just a dream she couldn't help but to question her perception. As a neurologist and psychologist shouldn't she be used to seeing these cells? Not a single disorder would be able to scare her away. Her life became confusing since she works in Konoha State. Understanding a situation no longer is considered an easy task, rather it could be compared to solving a riddle. Yet, there is one thing she has been unwillingly lectured: That feeling of being trapped, locked away from any social contacts, and that for nothing, is scary. What if, yeah, what if not everybody is insane, but just misunderstood? Maybe not they themselves are the cause for that unusual behavior, but more of that environment they are forced to live and take in. [Name] has no idea. All this thinking and overthinking surely doesn't help her state. And so settles with the decision of going home to rest. Hopefully Naruto will be there. He's her boyfriend after all, though she doesn't even know about that. Not even once when they talked, or when their fingers touched faintly there was any attraction toward him. Yet, the feeling of trusting him is evident. She can' help it, she trusts him, like she knows him for so long. And she probably even does. Pictures of these two together only speak for him. [name] makes a mental note to convince Naruto to tell her where her memories have been gone to, and how she lost them in the first place.

She, running her hand through her bed-messy hair - stands up from the bed and collects her belongings, sliding her feet in her shoes in a sleepy movement. Orochimaru surprisingly brought all her stuff here, bag, jacket and even the phone she may have lost as she took care - or rather has been taken care - of by an inmate. The inmate. The more she thinks of him the more his face vanishes from her mind. Odd. [name] swings the bag over her shoulder and grabs pen and paper, leaving her boss a note of her whereabouts.

Dear Orochimaru-sama,

I don't feel well here, I rather sleep in my own bed. I will call you in your office when I feel better, so, please, don't worry. I will write a report about everything I remember and send it to you by the time I finish. Thank you for helping me out!

Take care,

[name]

With a furrowed brow she debates on whether to re-write it or not. It's so informal, isn't it? No, she shakes her head. This will do it. And with that she opens the door and steps out of the room into the floor, moving in the direction that leads out of the mental hospital. This time the blonde from the counter is absent, where to is beyond her, and she doesn't care at all. Pushing open the front doors she exits the building and walks up to where her car is parked.

As she enters her car, she adjusts her driving mirror, gasping when she sees what she shouldn't see. Raven hair and an arrogant, wicked smirk. She blinks. "Gone," [name] mutters. "I really need some sleep. I am starting to see that creep." And her eyes widened. Where did her professionality went to? That was a first, even for her. Calling an inmate, a sick person a creep. Low.

Her hands travel to her bag that she put on the passenger seat, taking out her car keys. She inserts it in the lock and attempts to start the engine, but nothing. Out of all times . . . Does life hates her today? Probably. It's already too late to call a recovery service. "I guess I'll have to do that tomorrow morning then," she mumbles, sighing at the end.

[name] exits her car again, shutting it with the force of her frustration, maybe even anger or fury. She has to walk home. Great. Five miles of walking is exactly what she doesn't want right now. But no other choice for her.Well, except for going back to the mental hospital. And so the woman starts walking on the pavement, in the direction of the location she calls home.

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As [name] is on her way home night has already set in. The sky is dark-blue, even dark. Not many stars are there, just the moon covered by a transparent-like cloud. Only a few cars are still driving, and it even started to rain a few minutes ago. The only passants around are some tramps and night workers. Nothing she looks up to strive a conversation with.

Through the rain she makes out footsteps, somehow they send shivers down her spine, and she is like banned from looking back by her own mind. Maybe it's just some random guy, she tells herself, and turns into another street, hoping that whoever walks behind her might continue walking down the previous street. But no luck. Risking a quick, faint look behind she sees a figure in black. Her heart beats hard and fast against her chest. What now? Is he dangerous? No, she certainly doesn't want to risk it and keep walking in that normal pace. As she makes another turn she starts running. Faster and faster, but the footsteps never stop. They are still there, following her without any problem.

"Why are you running away, my dear?" Her eyes widen at that voice. Him. She makes a faster run, looking behind her and there she sees him. Sasuke Uchiha, running like it's school sport, so swiftly and easily. The fear and adrenaline runs through her. The only thing that pulls her out of her line of thinking is that bright light, and possibly the honking of the car that loses control. There's no chance, [name] [surname] has gotten into a car accident. The car crashes against her, her body being thrown in the driving direction. the driver doesn't even know what happened. It all happened so fast, they could only hope for the best.