Asylum: USUk fanfic

Chapter Four

I'm back bitches~

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(Arthur POV)

    I soaked up the information of the people in the files, grabbing them and stacking them neatly and tucking them under my mattress. How did Alfred even get these files.

My thoughts ran out through my head. Little by little I heard whispers. Looking around to see if anyone had made it into my room while I was deep thought, but no one was present.

I shook my head, but the whispers picked up growing louder. Some muttering incoherent things, others I could understand.

Their glad your gone.

Your brothers never loved you, they always wanted you gone.

No one ever loved you or will love you.

I covered my ears. Muttering lowly. "No...no you're wrong." I couldn't stand the vocies. They spite harsh words at my that my heart soaked up.

I believed it all.

I crawled under the covers, missing the warmth of Allistor. I would usually sleep with him when this happened.

I wiped my eyes as the tears pricked and stung. I refuse to cry on the first day, though I'm already terribly home sick. I miss the smell of my own house, here it smell of floor cleaner and dispare.

I shut my eyes, all of a sudden feeling sleep pull my body. I clutched the blankets, pulling them up more on me and falling asleep.

It was cold. So cold tonight, I tugged on my jacket trying to absorb more warmth. I walked along the sidewalks of my street. Though as I got closer to my house it seemed to get brighter...brighter!

I gasped running towards the house seeing it ablaze. Flames burning it down, half of it collapsing already. I couldn't talk. I couldn't breathe.

I was hot. It was so hot. I saw my mother get carried into an ambulance on a stretcher. The ends of her blonde hair burnt. Her freckled face twisted in pain. She was on breathing support. But where was my father? My brothers?

I could hear Dylan yelling for me but I couldn't move. I just stood there, I could see Patrick crying. But Allistor was no where.

I snapped out of it, seeing Allistor running to him. "Where's father?!" I asked. He bite his lip looking down at me and hugged me. "He was lost in the fire lad."

That was the first time he's huge me in two years.

"Arthur?"

I sprang up, panting. Trying to control my heaving chest. I felt my face, wet with tears. When did I start crying? Was I crying in my nightmare?

I looked forward to see my nurse Victoria. She looked at me worried. "Are you okay? I brought you tea, your brothers made it a special request for you to get it at least once a day." I smiled at the thought.

They still do care about me, though I'm still very shaken up. I nodded holding my hands out to grab the tea and sipped it.

"Today is your visit with Dr. Roderich." I looked up, getting outta of bed. I walked down the halls with her. Sipping my tea along the way. We reached a maroon painted room, with a desk and a couch. A man with brown hair with a raspberry tint to it and a curl looked at me.

He had violet eyes with glasses, he looked very sophisticated. He wore a white button up and some gray slacks. I just noticed there was also a panio in the room. He thanked Victoria and she left.

He stood up holding his hand out to me. "Good morning Mr. Kirkland, I'm Dr. Roderich, it's very nice to meet you." He said with a thick Austrian accent. I shook his hand, being the gentleman I am.

"Nice to meet you too sir." He told me to sit, I complied, sitting on the brown squishy couch. He sat in a chair across from me holding a clipboard.

"Now tell me about yourself, I wanna get to know you hands on."  I blinked at him surprised.

"We'll I was born in London, England. I have three brothers, I really don't have any friends, I like tea and reading, my parents died two years ago when I was fourteen, and sometimes I hear vocies and see people." I said shrugging.

He nodded. "When did these people and vocies come up?" I sipped my tea. "It all started when I was six."

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