Asylum (Min Yoongi ff)

Chapter 3: Finale

Cuts are everywhere. You lose count of how many times he marks you. At first each mark made you sick to your stomach but now they just feel warm. Blood now covers the hospital gown, table and even his previously white lab coat after he continued to wipe his hands clean. Your voice is torn apart from the countless screams. Whenever you try to speak it comes out jagged and broken. He left the room a while ago. Without a clock and how weak you have become it's hard to keep track of time.

'Maybe he's finally grown bored of me?', you think: silently hoping. 'Or he's leaving me here to die.' You decide to use this time to try to look around. Nothing about your surroundings are familiar but there is no way he got out of the psychiatrist hospital. The main doors stay locked expecially since the patients' doors unlock during power outages. So the obvious question comes to mind: where is this place?
The heavy metal doors swing open, banging into the walls, announcing your captor's return. You take in a shakey breath in preparation for whats to come.

"Hello y/n." His voice has become almost like yours only he didn't call out in pain. His laughter echoing off your screams will never leave you. Him finding your suffering hilarious will stay with you forever.

"Why?", you manage to croak out. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He aggressively slides his hands through his hair Streaks of red appearing, through his bleached, hair in the process.
"To punish you." He says it so bluntly like you're supposed to know the reason as to why.

"But I haven't done anything!", you call out in anger; frustrated and weak.

"Shut up!" Taken back by his sudden outburst you try and retreat further into the table.

"You know exactly why you are here! Don't play dumb with me.", he yells before grasping onto your throat. Breathing slowly becomes heavier as your head becomes lighter. You twist and bang your hands and feet, trying but failing to move out of his death grip.

"You deserve to be here just like everyone else. The torture and suffering I go through everyday because of you people! Dragging me down to this place every day to HELP me! You're the real psychos! You need to be punished for what you did to me!"

Spots start appearing before your eyes as his thumb squeezes harder against your fading pulse. Squeaks being the only sound you can make with little air getting in. Suddenly his grip disappears and air is shot back into you lungs causing you to choke.
"No!", he calls out. His voice croaked and ruff.

While taking in deep breaths of air you hear sobs come from beside you.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He repeats like a mantra. Confustion settles in as you try and process what's happening. His cold, calloused hands gently cradle your face.
"I'm so sorry. That...that wasn't me. I lost control of myself and let him take over." Tears fall from his eyes and soak into his mask. "Oh God! What have I done?", he asks himself as he takes in your state and his appearance.

You cautiously take a second look at the man beside you. His once dominant, volant persona has turned into a scared, shaking, crying boy. His eyes shift around and fill with horror at discovering where he is.

"Oh no! Oh no no no no! Not here please. I don't want to be here!", he covers up his face within his arms and falls to the floor. Frightful sobs continue to come from him. You take in deep breaths as you try to gain some strength back.

"Please," you call to him, "please let me go." The sobs die down and he slowly emerges from the floor. His eyes now bloodshot and puffy. Just the subtle change in his expressions confirm your thinking; he has dissosiative identity disorder.
"There's another you isnt there?"