Left Behind

Chapter 5

Yuuri opened his eyes and blinked slowly. The wall that was in his view was not the familiar color of his bedroom wall, nor his living room. He sat up slowly and looked around groggily. Yuuri wasn't in the resort any more and he felt his heart begin to race. In a panic, Yuuri scrambled out of the bed sheets and stumbled out of the door. The room in front of him blurred as he began to breathe heavy. Yuuri walked forward shakily and glanced around. He bumped into the couch and nearly fell, but was stable enough to still move forward slightly. In an instant the memories of his journey here came back to him and he gasped quietly.

He heard the click of a door and instantly turned his head to the noise. He ran towards the door way the noise had come from. As he stood in the hallway his eyes widened. Viktor. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor. The name kept playing on loop in his head as he saw silver hair. Yuuri looked down and gasped in air, feeling as though none of it was making it to his lungs. Two hands grabbed both of his wrists and he was yanked forward slightly. "Yuuri! Yuuri calm down! Its me, Irina!" The familiar female voice spoke and Yuuri looked up into the woman's blue eyes.

Tears pooled in Yuuri's eyes and he began to regain his breath. Irina pulled Yuri into a hug, which he did not reciprocate, and sighed. "Geez what did that man do to you." She mumbled and lead Yuuri out of the hallway.

Yuuri found himself on the couch and blinked a couple times. Irina appeared from behind the couch with two mugs in her hands. "Have you come to your senses?" Yuuri put his head in his hands, He must have blacked out for a moment.

"Yes... I'm okay..." Yuuri finally spoke, His voice sounding quiet and a little scratchy. Yuuri was handed the mug and he held it with shaky hands. He took a small sip, wincing slightly as the hot drink burned the tip of his tongue. Irina took a sip as well and the both of them sat in silence. Finally Irina spoke, "Did you sleep well?" She took another sip.

"I did..." Yuuri mumbled and sipped his drink again. Silence fell over the room once more until the same sound Yuuri had heard earlier rang through the quiet apartment, the click of an opening door. Yuuri's Head shot to the doorway that led to the main hallway; Irina took another sip. The sound of the door clicking echoed once more and after a moment the sound of footsteps followed. Yuuri felt nervous as the footsteps approached and clutched the mug tightly in his hands.

Yuuri's mug fell to the floor the minute he realized who it could possibly be and he immediately stood up. Before the unknown visitor was in the door way Yuuri took off into the bedroom he had previously slept in. Yuuri put his back to the door after he had slammed it shut, His eyes starting to well up with tears, his chest tightening, and his hearing becoming muffled. He closed his eyes and prayed this wasn't real. it couldn't be.

He heard the sound of footsteps fading on the other side of the door. He stood up, trembling in fear, and pressed his ear to the door. He was met with silence and decided to take a peek. He opened the door and glanced around, seeing no one in his sight. He stepped out a bit, but then stopped in his tracks. Two blue eyes were staring at him from the couch; He could see silver hair. He didn't dare to speak as Viktor stood from the couch, never taking his eyes off Yuuri.

"Yuuri... how a-" Viktor began, but was cut off when a picture frame went flying past his face. Viktor turned to look down at the cracked wooden frame that now lay on the floor then turned back to see tears streaming down Yuuri's face; slight shock on his face.

"You bastard! You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are bringing me here!" Yuuri shrieked. Yuuri was once again trembling, but with anger or fear he wasn't sure. Viktor took a step forward which prompted Yuuri to take a step back. "No! Stay where you are!" Viktor stood still; he had never seen this side of Yuuri. Yuuri was shaking even harder, his face turning red, and his eyes were dead as flashbacks of the last 10 months flew through his mind.

His career had become a mess, the resort WAS a mess, and so was Yuuri. This was all Viktors fault, Yuuri screamed as loud as he could and stomped towards Viktor. When he was in front of him he began pounding on his chest as hard as he could. "Why?! Why!? WHY!?" Yuuri yelled over and over with each pound of his fist. Viktor stood silently taking each light hit. Yuuri felt his body start to become weak, his head feeling heavy and the room growing blurry.

Yuuri's legs suddenly grew unsteady and he collapsed, but didn't reach the floor due to Viktor reaching an arm out to catch him. Yuuri breathed heavily and looked up into Viktors eyes one last time before letting himself fall unconscious. Viktor looked down at him with a sad expression and brushed a strand of dull black hair out of his face. His face was so thin and Viktor noticed the dark circles under his eyes. Viktor pulled Yuuri into his chest and held him there feeling Yuuri's ribs through both of their shirts.

Viktor looked up the ceiling and sighed. Viktor slowly lifted Yuuri and carried him back to the bedroom; He was so light. Placing Yuuri on the white sheet Viktor felt his heart pick up pace when he saw the shirt lay flat against Yuuri's body. He was so thin, so pale, so... Lifeless. Viktor looked away and started to make his was to the door. He glanced back from the doorway and sighed once more looking at the floor then closing the door.

"Yuuri... What have I done to you."