What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us?
Past the point of no return, the final threshold
What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the point of no return
-Phantom of the Opera

Part A: Ernest

For the rest of that night I didn't sleep. I didn't take any calls, I didn't eat, and I never unlocked my door. As far as I was concerned, I had no reason to leave my room. Because of my sister, the sister that I love so fucking dearly, I now have pretty much no fucking reason to live!
"Umi...how could you do this to me..." I whispered, the tears dripping down my cheeks as I lay on my bed, an arm draped over my injury, "I don't think...I can live without Christopher." I realized, staring absently at my ceiling.
I turned over on my side and curled up into a ball, holding my head in my hands. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't stay holed up in my room forever, could I? My cell phone rang a second later. I jumped up and ran to get it, hoping that by some stretch of the imagination it was Christopher.
"Ernest?"
"Yes?" I answered, anxiety eating me up inside.
"It's Blue." the man said sullenly. I gasped quietly, my mind racing trying to come up with an explanation for Blue's mysterious call. Did he know something?
"Uh...hello Blue..." I stated awkwardly, sitting down on the end of my bed.
"I just thought you should know that Christopher's being sent to the mental ward of the hospital." he saidly quietly before hanging up on me. I paused for a moment, letting the thought register. An insane asylum. Fuck. I hung up the phone and sighed, what is with Blue these days? Why is he harassing us?
"Dammit...I've got to do something."

The next thing I knew I was crawling out of the window of my room and making a mad dash to Umi's car. I got in it, slammed the door shut, shoved the key into the ignition, and drove off as fast as I could. It was about three o'clock in the morning, but I knew one of the security guards at the hospital. My best bet was to beg and plead and possbily sex him into letting me in to visit Christopher. Ok...maybe not sex, but I'm desperate enough to try it dammit!
As I made my way into the hospital parking lot, I spotted my friend Eirie from afar. He graduated about 3 years ago from my school and we still kept in touch online sometimes. That's the only way I knew that he would be working the hospital that night. I parked not far from him. I could see the suspicion in his eyes as he watched me get out of my car. He started walking over to me as I slammed the door shut.
"Hey you, what're you---" he paused, seeming to get a better look at me under the dim lights of the parking lot. "Ernest?"
"Yeah, hey Eirie." I said, taking a deep breath, some stray tears slipping down my cheeks as I looked up at him. He frowned and wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
"What's wrong Ernest?" he asked, genuinely concerned about me.
"It's my lover Christopher. Remember, I told you about him a week or so ago?"
"Yeah, I remember. What about him? Did he hurt you?"
"Well, yes but not on purpose," I admitted, "you see he used to be a cutter and earlier tonight he blacked out and started to cut himself without realizing it. Then, when I snapped him out of it...he cut me across the chest as a reflex. I'm here because they took him to the mental ward."
Eirie stared at me as I finished my story. He scratched his head and sighed, pushing back his short raven hair,
"You want to see him don't you?" Eirie asked, looking solemnly over at me. I paused a moment and then nodded,
"I have to." I said, tears sliding down my cheeks again. I hoped he could see that I was genuinely in anguish. Then...I thought of something. He could lose his job for this,
"On second thought, Eirie, I don't think I should be asking you to do this for me. I'm sorry, I can't let you risk you job for me." I whispered, my hand on the door handle of the mustang.
He grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me away from the car,
"Don't be stupid Ernest. You've helped me with my love life over the years. I think it's time I returned the favor. Besides, this job isn't all that great anyway." he laughed, leading me to the back entrance of the mental ward.

He warned me that the orderlies would be checking every 30 minutes. Usually it would be every 10, but this particular night it was 30. He didn't specify why. That meant that I had approximately 30 minutes to get to, and talk to Christopher. Damn, that wasn't very long...but at least it was something. Eirie led me to the entrance closest to Christopher's room and we waited until we saw the orderly come and go from our target before I made my moved. Eirie pushed me into the door and told me to run, wishing me luck in a loud whisper.
I crept down the hall and stopped in front of Christopher's room. I slowly and silently turned the door nob, letting myself in. When I got in the room I saw him. Christopher was lying on his back on the white sheets of the hospital bed, his arms strapped to the metal bars on each side of him. He was asleep, but the look on his face was one of sadness and misery. I frowned and tiptoed over to his bed.
"Christopher..." I whispered, placing my hand softly on his arm. He flinched and slowly began to open his eyes. He didn't see me at first, but after his eyes had time to adjust to the darkness he nearly choked to death, he was so damn surprised,
"E-Ernest?! What are you doing here?!" He demanded harshly, trying to break free from his restraints. I shushed him and undid one of his hands,
"I'm only going to do one because if I have to run, I won't be able to redo both of them," I explained as I kneeled down next to his bed,"I only have about 20 minutes now..." I trailed off.
"Ernest..." Christopher choked out, sitting up in his bed tears spilling down his cheeks. He gave me a look of a wounded little boy. Upon seeing that I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my arms around him and buried my face into his chest crying. I know...I cry a lot, but damn...wouldn't you? He wrapped his free arm around me and breathed in the scent of my hair. We stayed that way for what seemed like forever. I didn't want to leave him, but I knew I had to in only a matter of minutes,
"Chrissy...how long are you gonna be in here?" I whimpered, clutching the back of his shirt.
"I wish I knew. They said I would be here for as long as it takes. They don't know what's wrong with me, but they said...they don't want me hurting myself or anyone else..." he whispered, sighing heavily as he continued to hold me, "is...is your sister still angry at me?"
"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since she chased you away. I locked myself in my room..." I laughed a little, "then I climbed out my window and stole her car. And here I am with the help of Eirie...my security guard friend." Christopher gazed at me lovingly and a little bit in shock,
"All that...just for me?" he asked, though I know he already knew the answer.
"Anything for you Christopher," I said, leaning in and kissing him softly but passionately. We pulled away from each other and I looked at my watch. Five minutes. Shit.
"Dammit, I have to go..." I confessed, sadness leaking from my every pore. He nodded and let me buckle his hand back to the bed.
"Ernest, please don't do this again. It's too dangerous ok? When they let me have my turn at the phone, I'll call you and tell you what's going on and if you can visit me. I don't want you getting arrested for this." he warned me, giving me a serious look that could break any little boy down.
"Alright," I agreed reluctantly, "I love you, Christopher." I whispered, kissing him one more time before I slipped out the door and down the hall where Eirie was on the look-out for me.
"So? Did you see him?" he asked, leading me swiftly down the hall and out the door to the parking lot.
"Yeah I saw him. He told me not to do this again, so would you do me a favor and keep me updated on anything you find out about him?"
"Of course."
With that I made my way back home. I didn't bother to climb back up to my window. Instead, I went through the front door. Umi was there waiting for me.

Part B: Umi

"Ernest, where the hell have you been...and in my car no less?" I asked angrily, holding back the urge to slap my little brother in the face. Actually, to tell you the truth I wasn't so much angry at him as I was worried to death.
"I've been where I was most needed, Umi," My brother growled, his hands balled up beside him, "it was you, wasn't it? You had Christopher commited." He accused, staring daggers at me.
"What?!" I gasped, hearing that Chris had been commited, "No Ernest! I would never!"
"Whatever Umi, if it wasn't you then who the hell was it?" He scoffed.
"How did you find out about it, Ernest?" I asked, sensing that there was something more to the story than just what the two of us knew.
"Blue...he called me and..." he looked at me, his eyes wide, "It was Blue!"
I frowned and nodded, "Yeah, it probably was, though it still eludes me as to why he's doing this to you guys. Is he jealous?"
"I think he is, but I'm not going to do anything to him. He wants our attention, or else he wouldn't do this. Well I'm not giving it to him."
"That's a smart move, Ern," I assured him smiling, "by the way, I'm really sorry for the way I acted earlier. It's just, when I saw that he had hurt you...I was so angry I couldn't control myself. I've protected you since my parents adopted you and I felt like I had failed yesterday." I admitted, looking up at him sadly. He smiled at me and gave me a hug,
"I forgive you."