-Chapter 5: Being Believed By Hannibal-

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But, she shut her lips, gave a nod, and then 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."

You sighed and softly shook your head, feeling incredibly self-conscious. "You're going to think I'm crazy..." You mumbled insecurely.

"(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n)," The dark-haired male chuckled, placing his pen and notebook down before taking ahold of your hands, "I think I've dealt with crazier people than you."

"Well it's just..." You took a deep breath and decided to just say it. "—the leg wound and collarbone cuts didn't come from me self-harming or whatever my mom decided to freak out about." You began to explain, flushing pink a little, "—I don't self-harm. They...They came from my dreams. From my...my nightmares."

"From your nightmares...?" Hannibal questioned slowly, tilting his head a little.

"Yes. I'm always in a boiler room...with a guy who constantly attacks me." You awkwardly continued, "You probably think I'm nuts - and maybe I am - but—"

"I don't think you're nuts. I believe you." He interrupted; his voice sounding calm.

Was he trying to mess with you? There's no way he actually believed you. "I—You...You can't be serious. My mom didn't even believe me." Your tone was full of disbelief as you frowned, taking your hands out of his and deciding that he must be pulling your leg.

Hannibal instead merely cleared his throat. "He wears a red-and-green, striped sweater, along with brown pants and a faded fedora." He started, stunning you immediately. "—He wields a knifed glove on his right hand, and can disappear and reappear at will." His response made you quickly stand up; horror draining the colour from your face while tears pricked at your eyelids. H...How did he...?

"I'm surprised he'd show himself to you, considering you're not in Springwood." The psychiatrist carried on, getting to his feet and taking ahold of your hands again. "There must be something about you..." His sienna-shaded eyes stared into yours with overwhelming intensity, "—something that he couldn't find anywhere else. That's why he's playing with you, I assume." He muttered, his thumbs brushing over your hands whilst he mused over the topic.

"I-If he wants to play with me so much, then why is he trying to kill me...?" You whispered with a slight stutter, a shred of fear sparking up inside you. What happened to the courage and lack of fear you felt last night? Did it simply fade? "—And how do you know about him?"

"Killing is how Krueger plays." Hannibal answered you honestly, "It's one of his favourite pastimes. In fact—" Suddenly, he stopped; moving back just as the door opened.

"I figured (Y/n) had told her side of the story by now." You mother hesitantly spoke up, "So...what's the verdict?"

The dark-haired male shot you a serious glance before moving his gaze back to your mother. "I've heard (Y/n)'s side of the story, and I have to say - her mind seems to be extremely messed up by these nightmares. So much so that I'm going to have to prescribe medication." He lied to your mother without a second thought - confusing the hell out of you. Was he lying to your mother? Or was he lying to you?

"Oh thank goodness...medication." Your mother sighed happily, holding her hands to her chest and relaxing her posture. "What kind of medication are you going to prescribe?"

"It's named Hypnocil. It suppresses not only dreams, but nightmares as well." Hannibal told your mother, writing on a piece of paper before passing it to her. "Hand this to the main desk, they'll give you a month's worth of Hypnocil at least."

"Thank you, I will." She agreed with a positive attitude. "Let's go, honey."

"May I speak to (Y/n) before you go?" He kept his voice composed, but it was clear he really wanted to speak to you. "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

"Of course..." Your mother nodded and left the room once more - still suspicious.

"You want to speak to me? What about...?" You wondered. "And why did you lie to my Mom?"

"Trust me, I wouldn't have done if there was a different way of doing things." Hannibal held the sides of your shoulders and sent you a concerned expression, "I need to warn you about Fred Krueger, however." His voice was grave, obviously disliking the burnt male.

"I thought the Hypnocil was going to protect me from him?" You responded - puzzled by his warning and firm tone. "Is there a way he can get through it or something...?"

He shook his head, disagreeing with you. "No, it will protect you from him, and he won't be able to get through the Hypnocil...but that's not what I meant." The male kept on staring at you sternly. "I just mean be careful regardless. If he finds you that special, he'll try and find another way to hurt you." He clarified.

"Okay," You nodded, grateful he believed you in the first place, "Thank you...for believing me. And for the warning, as well." You copied your mother's actions from before and clasped your hands to your chest; worried about this Krueger guy and what he was going to do.

"Don't worry about it," He flashed you another one of his sweet smiles, "Just stay safe, (Y/n)." And with that, Hannibal released your shoulders and allowed you to leave the room.

"Thanks...I'll try." You bashfully replied - giving a shy wave and then leaving.

When you shut the door behind you, your mother was anxiously waiting outside; holding a plastic bag and biting her lip. "(Y/n)~" She gave you a tight hug and kissed the top of your forehead, stroking the side of your arm.

"Hey Mom. Are we going home now?" You tried to sound casual, but Hannibal's words echoed in your mind. "I mean it's getting late, and—" All of a sudden you stopped. Shit.

"What's wrong, babes?" She spoke with worry - concerned about your sudden alarm.

"Amber's party! I was meant to go tonight and I didn't." You held your head and paced around in a circle for a few seconds, feeling bad.

"Hey, I'm sure she'll understand, honey." Your mother said comfortingly, "After all, it's not your fault you're having bad dreams, except getting injuries, due to self-har—"

"—Mom, don't even start with that." You huffed and brushed past her, heading towards the hospital's exit. "Let's just go home."

She was about to start speaking again, but luckily your phone rang - meaning you could dig it out of your pocket and ignore your mother without seeming rude. Crap, it was Laura. "Hello...?" You looked down, feeling bad about missing the party.

"What the hell (Y/n)!?" She snapped, sounding infuriated. "You'd better have a good explanation for skipping out on Amber's party and doing something else."

"I'm sorry, I...well I..." You hesitated, wondering how to answer. "My mom overreacted about my...not sleeping well, and she took me to a psychiatrist for some help."

"Wait, serious?" Laura changed tune; now sounding surprised at your response.

"Uh-huh. Believe me, I didn't want to go, but my mom was completely freaking out." You remarked, "I wished I could've just gone to Amber's party. Could you tell her I'm sorry?"

"Yeah, sure. Don't even worry about it." She said in a nice tone, not seeming annoyed anymore. "I hope everything turns out alright."

"Me too. Hopefully, I can speak to you later." You spoke to her as you walked towards your mother's car. "Bye Laura. Enjoy the party."

"Thanks! See you tomorrow, (Y/n)." After that, she hung up - leaving you with the delightful company of your mother, her constant chattering and fretting causing you to inwardly sigh. Oh, the excitement~

"So, what did Hannibal Lecter have to say to you after I left the room?" She questioned with a curious voice; trying to sound casual.

"Um..." You decided to lie, considering she wouldn't believe that he believed you. "Hannibal was just explaining how to use the Hypnocil, and how often to take it."

"Ah, right." Your mother's voice switched to a doubtful one, "I'm not sure why he couldn't just tell you that with me in the room, but I suppose that doesn't really matter."

"Yeah, it doesn't." You dipped your head in agreement and stayed quiet, wanting to go home and stop interacting with her.

Eventually, the two of you reached home and you climbed out of the car; your mother passing you the plastic bag containing the medication. "Message me when you're going to sleep, okay babes?" She kissed your forehead again before you both entered the house.

"Will do. Speak later, Mom." You headed upstairs as you took out your phone again, deciding to text Amber and apologise directly.

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