Their Possession - Slashers x Reader

-Chapter 4: Encountering A Certain Psychiatrist-

"This isn't just about the nightmares and not feeling well anymore, (Y/n)." Your mother coolly responded, "I want to know why you're hurting yourself too."

"W-Wait, what?" You stammered, your eyes widening at her wild statement. "What are you talking about, Mom?" You confusedly asked.

"How else would you get that wound on your leg? And those collarbone cuts across your neck?" She shot back in a high-pitched voice.

"Hold on, you...you think I'm self-harming?!" You snapped loudly, disbelief colouring your tone as you grew annoyed by what she'd said.

"Well it's just that—"

"—I don't believe you!" You hissed, feeling hurt while you glared at the wall to your left.

"Darling, I—"

"—Excuse me," A nurse cut into the conversation casually, "—But we're ready for you now. Please follow me."

Without a word, you silently stood up and followed the nurse; not saying anything to your mother, despite her attempts at talking. Self-harming? You weren't self-harming! It was a burnt man with a knifed glove continuously chasing you down in your nightmares - but it's not like you could say that to anyone without sounding mentally unhinged. Walking down the hospital's pristine hallway, you passed a sick-looking man who'd just come out of one of the rooms - the nurse stopping at the same door he'd come out of. She knocked lightly on the door, you and your mother stopping too as you grew slightly nervous. A new person...

"Come in." A familiar voice calmly called out, causing you to freeze in place. That was—

"Come on, honey." Your mother took ahold of your wrist and lead you inside after the nurse, shock spreading across your face when you saw Hannibal for the second time.

"Ah, (Y/n), how nice to see you again." He greeted gently, "We met earlier today - this morning I believe?" The dark-haired male was sitting down in a scarlet-coloured armchair, sending you a pleasant smile as he gestured to the armchair opposite him.

"You did...?" Your mother turned to you in surprise whilst you took the seat, "You didn't mention this to me, (Y/n) dear."

"W-We did...and it's nice to see you again too," You breathlessly answered, before looking at your mother in annoyance. "You didn't ask, Mom." You acted half-petty and half-amused.

"Would you mind telling me the reason of why I have the pleasure of your fine company this evening?" Hannibal inquired politely, another one of his enchanting smiles taking over his facial features and luring you in. "...If that's not too much to ask."

"Well my...my Mom thinks that I—"

"I don't think! I know!" Your mother's voice rose above yours and rudely overshadowed what you were saying, "My daughter's been self-harming recently, and she needs help."

"Self-harming?" Hannibal had picked up on that particular word and twirled his pen around in his right hand, flashing an intrigued glance in your general direction.

"I do NOT self-harm, Mom!" You argued angrily, curling your hands into fists.

"Then explain that wound on your leg that I had to bandage, (Y/n)! And those cuts on your collarbone!" She unknowingly shrieked, gripping the sides of her head with her hands and clutching her hair in frustration.

"Let's all calm down now." Hannibal stopped your mother and yourself from arguing, his voice soft and soothing. "I'd like to hear (Y/n)'s side of the story, seeing as how she's the one supposedly self-harming in the current situation."

"That's fine with me." Your mother icily agreed, holding her arms close to her chest and waiting for you to start your side of the story.

"Alone." He added - much to your relief - as you grew slightly nervous, not ready to handle being alone with such a mesmerising male.

"Excuse me?" She was still het-up, "Why alone?" Guess she didn't like the idea of you being alone with him, even though it was her idea to call said psychiatrist.

"Don't question him, Mom." You were impatient for her to leave, knowing she'd just interrupt you whenever you said something.

Your mother looked towards you, then Hannibal, and then opened her mouth; obviously wanting to disagree and argue. But then, she shut her lips, gave a nod, and spun around - leaving the room without a word. "Now then," Hannibal turned his attention back to you with another smile, "Tell me all about what brought you here."