THIS IS THE LAST PART XD

TW: Same as last part and also REALLY BAD WRITING. REALLY BAD WRITING.

I woke up to people talking. I could hear what they were talking about- me. They were obviously trying to keep me from hearing but I could decipher every word. They were calling me things I didn't want to be called so I put both of my hands over my ears to block them out.

"Dan.." Someone whispered and I refused to look them in the eye. "Would you care to explain the incident which happened earlier?"

"Nope." I sat up and pushed myself of the bed.

"You can't leave, we need to make sure you aren't hurt."

"I don't care." I then shot out of the room; I needed to apologise. To Martyn. To my mum.

"Sir!" Was the last thing I heard before I ran down the corridors for what felt like the hundredth time that day. I first entered my mum's room to find that she was talking to a nurse with tears in her eyes.

"Can I speak to my mum alone?" I whispered and the nurse quickly nodded before leaving. "Mum, I'm sorry-"

"I'm so glad you're alive! The nurse told me that you tried- you tried-" My mum was then sobbing her heart out.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault, I promise. I'd never leave you, alright? Especially not in this state." I whispered and my mum wiped a few of her tears away.

"How wasn't it your fault?"

"Don't worry about it, you should probably get some rest; it has been a long day."

-

"Martyn, Phil.." I murmured and the two turned to face me. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright, Dan. There's no need to apologise.." Martyn responded and I shook my head.

"I do.. I almost.. I almost you know what-ed myself right in front of you.."

"You what?" Phil gasped, obviously people left him in the dark about the incident. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I hear voices. They tell me to do things and I see things and I'm insane. I don't want to die but the voices were telling me I did. They tell me that I see things and everything is imagined." I had tears in my eyes once I had finished.

"Dan, it's okay. I'm real and Phil is real. We're real, completely real."

"How do I know that?" I whispered before turning around for a brief moment, a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt like someone was watching me.

"Dan, I have no idea what has happened to you earlier in your life but I can assure you that we are real." I turned around again, that time truly concerned that someone was behind me. "Are you alright? You keep looking behind you?"

"Someone's watching me." I mumbled, turning around for the third time.

"Dan, no one's there."

"Fuck." I pressed one of my hands against my head, hitting myself a couple of times. "I'm sorry. I'm really not-" I paused when the sound of daunting footsteps filled the air. I swerved around, my eyes wide just to find that no one was there. I wasn't just seeing things.. now I was hearing things?

Someone's watching you, Daniel. Look behind you.

"Dan?" Martyn seemed to be growing more worried as the moments passed. I ignored him for a moment, just closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

"No!" I almost yelled and it caught both Martyn and Phil off guard. "No."

"I think you might want to see-" Phil tried but I immediately cut him off.

"I'm fine!"

They know you're not fine. Even an idiot would be able to see that you're insane.

That's what you are, insane. You hear things, you see things. Insane.

"Fuck!" I practically yelled, a sudden wave of dizziness running through me. It caught me off guard, making me stumble slightly.

"Martyn, call a doctor." Phil murmured as I clenched my eyes shut as tightly as possible. My head was going eccentric and the world around me was rotating. I knew that, if I opened my eyes, I would be surrounded in spinning shadows and therefore I would be moments away from collapsing.

"He doesn't want that, Phil." Martyn responded and his voice made me wince. He was being way too loud.

"Call a doctor, now!" I could barely process what was going on before someone was asking me random questions.

You're imagining them, Daniel. There's no one with you. You're hallucinating again.

I completely believed his head so I blocked them out, trying to focus on something else. The questions, however, just kept on being thrown at me and I just couldn't take it anymore.

Yell at them! Go on, tell them to be quiet because you know... You know they aren't real. Go on, do it. I dare you.

"Shut up!" I screamed, giving in to the voice in my head. "Be quiet!"

"Dan.." Martyn's voice filled my head and suddenly, I wasn't sure what was real and what was imagined. It was too much, it was all too much.

My imagination was setting a time bomb inside my head. Any moment it would be at its last seconds before exploding, setting everything on fire with it.

"Stop speaking to me! You're not real!" Then two people grabbed my hands and I was being pulled away.

I was afraid. So afraid. It wasn't normal to be unable to tell what's real and what's fake.

-

I woke up in a small room. I felt fine physically, nothing ached or hurt but emotionally, I wasn't sure how I felt. "Daniel? How are you feeling?" A doctor asked, flicking through some paperwork.

"Fine. Can I leave? I'm really sorry for making a scene, I was just having been a bad day." I mumbled, sitting up and fixing my hair.

"Yes, soon but we need to ask you a few questions first."

"Why? Can't you see that I'm fine? I haven't broken anything and I'm not bruised. I'm fine."

"It's about your mental state. Your mother was released earlier today, her condition is okay. She just needs a lot of rest. She'll be here to pick you up in about an hour but until then, you need to answer me honestly. Do you ever hear voices in your head? Telling you to do things? To hurt people perhaps?"

Don't trust him. If you tell him anything he will just lock you away in a mental hospital as some insane lunatic because that's what you are, an insane lunatic.

"Nope. May I leave now? I'd like to see someone before my mum picks me up." I was avoiding the doctor's gaze as he jotted something down in his notebook.

"You need to be honest. Promise me you're being honest." I hated making promises I couldn't keep.

"Next question?"

"You won't promise.. does that mean you do hear voices?"

"Yeah, whatever. Next question."

"Okay. Do you imagine things that aren't really there?"

"I'm not going to lie but I'm not exactly sure whether you're real or not." The doctor hummed a quick response before writing something down in his book.

"Do you hear things that aren't there?"

"Sometimes footsteps but that isn't important."

"It really is important, Daniel. What do you hear voices say to you? What do you imagine?"

"The voices tell me that people aren't real and no one likes me." That was when I realised I was saying too much.

"On second thoughts, I'm not too sure that you'll be able to go home in an hour."

-

Phil's point of view

"Can you ask someone if Dan's okay?"  I said to my brother who was currently pacing up and down the room.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be back." Martyn then left me on my own.

I couldn't help but think about Dan. I thought Dan had just been someone I had dreamt up, I didn't expect to meet him in real life. I felt some weird emotional connection to him which I really couldn't explain. All I knew was that I loved the boy and, in my eyes, he was my best friend (despite the fact they had only known each other in real life for a couple of days).

It was about 15-20 minutes before Martyn returned and he didn't really look that happy. My head immediately perked up at his reappearance. "Is he okay?" I blurted out and Martyn shrugged.

"They wouldn't let me see him but they did tell me that it was pretty serious." Martyn mumbled in response, scratching at the back of his neck.

"I've only known him for a couple of days and he is already being taken away." I whispered to myself, clenching my hands into fists before wiping away the tears in my eyes.

"I'm sure he'll be okay."

"You don't know that though."

-

Dan's point of view.

"Mrs Howell, please sit." The doctor pulled out a chair and my mum sat down, looking more than concerned. "We have reasons to believe you son is ill. Very ill. Mentally."

"How so?" My mum whispered, obviously not believing what she was hearing.

Run, Daniel. They don't care! You're not ill, you don't have a disease. You're just insane. You need to escape before they take you away. Leave without saying anything.

"We believe your son is suffering with a mental illness called schizophrenia." That was when I shot out of the room, not once look back. I ran down the halls, my mind eccentric until I found a familiar room. I burst in, my breathing heavy due to the running and stared at my friends.

"What the hell happened?" Martyn practically screamed, making me wince at the loud noise.

"The doctor thinks I'm schizophrenic or some shit." I murmured before locking eyes with Phil. "I love you, Phil Lester. I love you. I don't even know if you're at all like how I imagined you to be, heck, I don't even know if you're real but I love you." Phil seemed a little bit taken aback at my sudden outburst. "Thanks for being the best imaginary friend ever."

"Thanks? I love you too, I guess."

"Phil. You don't get it, do you? I'm in love with you."

The end finally hahahahahaha

I know this is the worst ending ever but eh >.<