Mark's POV
Jack seems to be going well. He has only had two other break downs this month but overall appears to be getting better.

He isn't quite to the standard of going out with other people just yet but he is close. I make him take a pill each morning and a pill each night, only difference being when he had a break down, and so far it has been working.

He doesn't walk around like a zombie anymore but he still mutters things to himself every now and then. It's actually very creepy when he does.

He just sits the in a daze saying things to himself or talking to the 'voices' and only stops when I snap him out of it. If he stays in the daze he would end up having another mental break down but if I snap him out of it he'll be fine.

Bob and Wade have visited a few times. We all agreed to stay in the hotel for a while. Those other two guys though were gone after the first morning. They probably wanted to get as far away as possible from the 'hospital'.

"Mark?" A faint voice called. I looked up to see Jack standing in the hallway with blood dripping down his arms.

"Oh my god Jack? What have you done?" I gasped out as I ran to help him. He shook his head furiously.

"I-it wasn't me. It was them. They told me to. They said it would hurt. They lied Mark. Why did they lie to me?" He started to hyperventilate and I knew this wasn't good.

I ran to the kitchen where I kept his pills in the too cupboard so he wouldn't find them but they weren't there. Where could they be?

"Shit. Jack!" I called, running back to my room mate. He was sitting g on the floor with his hands in his hair and his legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder who you are. Light fading so gradually. Burning out, piece by piece.
Twinkle twinkle little star.
All will joins you near and far," he sang in a high pitched child's voice. It was really scary.

I knelt down infront of him and tried to get his attention. I shook his body and he look up at me, a smile crawling on his face.

"They'll leave when they realize no ones home. Just dont answer their calls and you won't have to worry," he giggled. I was really confused until I hears a knock at the door. I let out a gasp and quietly walked over to it, looking through the small spy hole.

Two men wearing black suits stood waiting outside. They looked like secret agents or something. Would they leave if I don't answer the door?

I quietly crept back out of sight and over to Jack. I was glad his mumblibg was quiet ir the men might hear him and let themselves in.

"Anyone home?" More knocking. I didn't make a sound but Jack's quiet mumbling didn't stop. Even right next to him I couldn't hear what he was saying.

I heard something slip under the door and the heavy footsteps of the guys leaving. I quietly got up and walked back to the door. A letter had been slid under it. I picked it up and read it.

~letter~
I'm sorry to say but the patient Jack **** (too lazy to write full bane rn) is to ve returned to the 'hospital' immediately. We have discovered that his sickness is dangerous to those around him and he must be treated asap. So please return him immediately. We will be waiting.

~end of crummy letter~

I gasped. Jack was dangerous? Well he did cut up his arms and say it was the voices in his head so I guess he is... But to others?

I remembered I needed to sort or Jack and quickly gathered some first aid supplies but I still couldn't find his pills... They'll have to wait.

I was walking back to where Jack had been laying when I noticed something odd on the table... Jack's pills.

I took them and headed towards Jack but he wasnt there. A trail of bliod led to the bathroom. I followed it but he wasbt there either.

I searched the whole apartment but he wasnt there. Even the blood was tone now. Am I going crazy?

I laughed at the thought. What a silly thought to think. I was just let out of the mental asylum so I mustn't be crazy anymore right?

I heard another knock on the door but instead of being quiet I hurried over to it and swung it right open. They told me it was safe anyway so where's the harm in it all?

"Hey Mark. How are you?" Bob asked cheerfully.

"I'm great. I just lost Jack though. He isn't in here anywhere..." I trained off as I began searching the apartment again, leaving the door open for my friends to come in. They did.

"Jack? Who's Jack?" Wade asked and I stopped dead in my tracks.

They never saw me Mark. I'm not their vision I'm yours.

Jack was a vision? Did I dream him up? A figment of my imagination? No, he cant be. The letter. The letter is priof he is real.

I ran to the kitchen and snatched the letter iff the bench. I skimmed through it but fasped when i didnt see Jack's name. I sww my own.

I dropped the letter and hurried back to where i left Jack's medicine. It was mine.

I let out a scream and dtarted punching the wall next to me. It was all fake. All of it. I am crazy. I see and hear things that aren't real. All this time, Jack wasn't real.

Wait. If Jafj wasn't real then was Bob and Wade real? I ran back to the kitched and saw no one was there. The front door was locked from the inside. They weren't real. None if them. I am crazy...

Bah bah black sheep
I need a little help
Kill them kill then
They're all insane
Tell me their secrets
Tell me their fears
Ill make them real
Day by day

(Its not completelt the same tune but no one cares XD)