Yangire (Yandere Sequel)///Phan

Unwell

The next day Ms. Jen told Phil he was to have the day off. She never mentioned his tardiness, luckily.

Phil was happy to have a day of rest; the sessions always left him drained. He decided after lunch to take a walk around the property to get some fresh air. He left out the front door and walked around the side of the enormous building, making his way to the back area. He stopped at the end, just before rounding the corner, when he heard voices on the other side.

"I'm sorry about your wife, man, that must have been hard on you."

"Yeah, but that's what makes this job so great, you know? When you have a bad day you can just take it out on someone weak without any consequences. It's helped me get through plenty of situations like this. I'll be fine."

Phil heard the voices trail off and stuck his head out. When he saw the people had left, he did a fast walk into the forested area behind the hospital and walked gingerly through the trees, careful not to trip over roots protruding from the ground.

He thought about what he had overheard and bit his lip, nervously. He remembered what Dan had told him about the staff here taking out their frustrations on the patients in the night. It made him worry. Was that why Dan wanted him to come to his room the previous evening? So the guards would stay away? Phil wondered if the guards he overheard hurt Dan. He clenched his jaw as he walked.

Phil stopped when he came to a tall barbed wire fence. Just on the other side was a stream and Phil looked around for a break in the fence, wanting to check out the water. He walked along the fence until he was at least half a mile away from the asylum and he finally found a weak point in the fence. It looked like an animal of some kind had dug through the ground underneath, lifting the fence slightly and digging a hole in the dirt underneath. Phil knelt down and lifted the fence over his head, he managed to crawl through with a bit of effort. He walked up to the edge of the stream, noticing how rough it was. If he fell in there was a strong chance he would be swept away immediately and possibly even drown. Phil dipped his hand in and giggled at the coldness of it making his fingertips tingle. He watch as a small frog hopped over the rocks and miraculously make it to the other side.

He had the strange urge to chance it and jump in too, to see if he could make it to the other side.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

Phil spun around as he heard a voice chanting. He looked every which way, but couldn't see anyone.

Jump in. It'll be fun!

Phil gasped a little when he realized the voice was coming from his head.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Phil told the voice. It didn't reply.

Phil shook his head and made his way back to the other side of the fence. He brushed the dirt off his trousers and continued his journey back to the asylum.

When he returned to the building, Phil's thoughts drifted back to Dan again, he wondered if he was alright, but something kept nagging at him that he wasn't. He decided that just a small peek through his door wouldn't hurt anyone and made his way up to the third floor. As he was walking down the hall an elderly janitor passed by and opened one of the room doors. Phil sneakily watched over his shoulder as he punched in a set of numbers to unlock the door.

1234. Well that was creative.

Phil kept walking and stopped in front of Dan's room he looked around and listened out for anyone, but besides for the janitor not too far away, the hallway was empty. Phil typed in the passcode and heard the door unlock, he looked around once more before quickly stepping inside. Before the door could slam behind him, he spun around to close it softly. Once he heard the lock click again he let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.