Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

Asylum

5 years later....

Phil was on his third year of uni, studying medicine and psychology. He had long given up his dreams of filmmaking in high school.

He gave up a lot of things in high school, thanks to Dan. He wanted to know why Dan thought the way he did; he wanted to study people like Dan, so he drowned himself in his studies.

After the night he held Dan's lifeless body in his arms, he lost a lot of interest in things he once liked. The world was black and white and he stopped talking to all of his friends. He graduated with straight A's and left high school behind.

Phil didn't have to testify in court. They had all the evidence they needed, and since the night everything happened, Phil couldn't bring himself to read or listen to anything about the case.

He had moved into the dorms and far away from his little town in an effort to escape his memories, but he still couldn't go a night without crying. During the day however, Phil was professional and his psych teacher saw a lot of potential in him.

 When his teacher, Mr. Pierce, offered him an internship at the nearest asylum, Phil was ecstatic. He would finally get a real chance to study actual patients. He quickly agreed and cleaned out his dorm room, ready to spend the next month living in an asylum.

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Phil held his suitcase close to his chest as the taxi pulled up in front of the large asylum doors. The crumbling brick wall exterior and the sheer magnitude of the building resembled that of a castle. Above the doors was a tall watch tower with a glowing clock in the middle.

Phil got out of the car and paid the driver. As the car sped away, Phil nervously gulped and walked up to the large double doors. He knocked a few times and heard his nock echo off the walls inside.

Almost immediately, the doors opened and an older nurse peered through. Phil shivered under her threatening gaze.

"Can I help you?" The woman croaked.

"I-I'm Phil Lester. The intern..." Phil stuttered. The woman's eyes widened and she opened the doors further, gesturing for Phil to come inside. The inside was just as dusty and ancient looking as Phil had expected. The furniture and walls all looked Victorian. The room they were in had a large staircase that went up at least 4 floors and a large chandelier.

"I'll show you to your room, Phil. Then I'll inform you of your duties here."

On the way to Phil's room, the woman introduced herself as Ms. Jen, the head nurse of the facility. She told him the first floor was for staff and the remaining 3 floors were for patients. She stopped in front of a wooden door marked '21' and took out a set of keys.

"This will be your room." She mumbled as she opened the door.

The room was small, but bigger than Phil's dorm. It had an old dusty desk, a queen sized bed, and an attached bathroom. The walls were a dark maroon which was peeling away to reveal dark wooden boards and the floorboards creaked under Phil's shoes.

"Please leave your things here so we can finish the rest of this tour."

Phil nodded and quickly set his suitcase on the bed. Ms. Jen turned and Phil followed her through the rest of the floors. The second floor held the least problematic patients and the top floor held the most problematic patients. Phil's job was to work closely with one of the patients on the third floor who the doctors had been having trouble with. The patient was rarely too troublesome, but apparently he refused to answer to anyone during his sessions. 

Ms. Jen led Phil to the 3rd floor and down a dull, white hall. This floor looked much more like a hospital than the 1st floor.

The floor was a glossy white laminate and the walls matched. The doors were also white with large numbers written on them. Phil could hear whispers behind some of the doors, which was just as unsettling as the screaming and banging noises of the 4th floor.

Ms. Jen stopped at a door at the very end of the floor labeled, "352." She slid the window cover to the side and peered inside through the thick glass.

"He's quiet today. I warn you, sometimes he can have quite the filthiest mouth on him. Would you like to start your sessions today or tomorrow?" Ms. Jen turned to look at Phil.

"I can start today." Phil replied. He was determined to work on his very first patient as soon as possible.

"Good. I'll show you to the office you'll be working in and have him sent straight there." Ms. Jen gave him a small smile and walked down a similar hall. She led Phil to a room that held two chairs and a table. She instructed Phil to sit down and prepare while she helped the guards bring the patient in.

He thanked her and took a seat in one of the creaky armchairs. He took out a notebook and pen and tried to remember everything he had been taught about psychology up to that point. This was a big moment for Phil, he was being trusted as an intern to successfully communicate with a patient. 

Maybe, he could finally feel some sort of closure from his past...this was the beginning of a new, fresh, start for him. Phil took a deep breath and sat up straighter in his seat as he heard footsteps nearing the room.

The door opened and Ms. Jen walked in smirking with two guards in white uniforms behind her holding a patient in a straitjacket.

"Mr. Lester, meet your new patient." She stepped aside and Phil's eyes widened.

It can't be...Phil thought.