Patience for Patients (@asylumdoctorseto)
Bakura sat against the wall, knees pulled up against his chest as his brown eyes stared into the opposing wall, unusually focused for someone in his current situation.
At least the voices weren't as loud today, only a slight whispering to bother him. However, he knew that before long, they would rise up again. They always did when Bakura had to see...him.
The voices didn't like him and Bakura was afraid to even think of his name for fear of angering them.
Schizophrenia; at least that was what his doctors had called it, but to him, it had been his life for so many years, this was normal.
Sighing, Bakura sat up straighter and looked at the door, focusing his stare there.
This was his life now, voices, anger, sadness, and countless hours waiting. Waiting for pills, therapy, waiting for something to change.
