*Y/N's P. O. V. *

I finally was able to open my eyes and instantly felt the throbbing pain in my head. I groaned and moved a little and realized that I'm now on a comfortable bed.

"Honey? Y/N, can you hear me? What is it?" I suddenly heard my mom's voice and she quickly sat by my side. I looked around and realized that I'm already inside my room...but, how did I get here?

"Mom...did Patrick brought me here? I'm fine, but what happened?" I asked while trying to sit up. She helped me up, but remained silent.

"Y/N, I was very worried about you last night! And you don't know how scared I am when our neighbors found you all alone at the park unconscious. I thought someone has taken you again. I wouldn't be able to handle ---

"W-wait, what are you saying? The neighbors found me? Alone? No, mom, I was with Patrick last night. We spent most od the night there and I thought he was the one who ----

"Y/N, enough with this Patrick! Just enough..." This was the first time I heard her shout at me angrily. I could see the frustration and worry on her eyes, but I'm just confused.

"Mom, why are you so negative about me mentioning him. Mom, I could handle myself and I already told you that he's not a bad person ---

"Yeah, he's not a bad person...you kept on telling me that, but that's not the issue here anymore because now it's the question of 'is he really even a real person'? Y/N, I've been looking out for this Patrick around town. I've been waiting at the bookstore when you're at the clinic and no one was there. The storekeeper keeps on saying no guy that fits your description goes there! And last night, our neighbors saw you roaming around the park all alone. They were happy to see you outside, but they said you were acting all weird like as if you're with someone when you're not. You even scared some of the kids...so please, stop this...this delusion, Y/N. I am helping you, WE are helping you so please help yourself too. Please, dear, " she said while holding my hand tightly. She was staring at me straight and there's no hint of lie and exaggeration on her words.

All alone.

No, I couldn't have hallucinated last night...that's not possible. I couldn't have hallucinated EVERYTHING. Maybe this is just a sick prank where our neighbors collectively wants to make my mom believe that my friend doesn't exist. That must be it.

I felt my mom gently wiping tears away from my cheeks because I have apparently teared up because of all the panic and confusion.

"Y/N, I wouldn't be able to handle it if something happens to you again. I don't want to go over that excruciating pain again that's why I want to know everything. I need you to not lie to me," she told me. I tried remembering this bad thing happening to me but to no avail, it may have happened before I lost my memories.

"Mom, I'm not..." I said so weakly that I wasn't even able to make a sound but I actually think that's for the better now.

My mom hugged me and I decided to just zip it and keep everything to myself. I try to compose myself and hug her back, "I'm sorry, mom," I just told her. I felt her rubbing my back while hugging.

"I'm always here to help you, Y/N. But you have to help me too, alright? I'll call Ms. Flack and just have her over for now. Do you need anything?" she asked me as she pulled away from the hug.

"N-no, I'm fine, mom. Thank you. I just need some more time in bed," I told her and thankfully, she nodded at me and started to walk towards the door.

"Just call me if you need anything. I'll call you later for food." She said before closing the door behind and leaving me alone.

Alone.

Why do they keep on insisting that they don't see him? What kind of cruel joke is this?

~~~Time Skip~~~

He's gone.

He's just gone.

It's been five days already, but since then, I haven't seen Patrick again and it's genuinely making me so worried and paranoid.

My mom doesn't let me out of the house all by myself anymore, but I'm finding my own ways to leave and drop by at the bookstore around the time when Patrick and I meet, but he's just not there. Not in the bookstore, not on the rooftop, not at the park. I've snuck out every day for the last five days, but there's no sign of him.

And now I'm beginning to believe my mom, my therapist, and our neighbors.

"Y/N, please talk to me," Ms. Flack said softly as she sat down beside me. I have been so closed out again these days because I'm just scared, confused, and upset. I was even experiencing a kind of bullying because every time me and my mom go out and some of our neighbors see us, they throw a look at me and laugh.

"It must have been my fault. I'm sure I have scared him with what I said...why did I have to sound so possessive?" I murmured to myself.

"Y/N...dear, ----

"He left...he already left so I can never bring any proof. You all win," I said, accepting my defeat.

"Y/N, please understand that we are not against you. And believe me when I say this, I believe you. I really do. I believe all of your stories, I believe you seeing him. And I actually know more, particularly the reason why you are seeing him and why you're not seeing him..." she explained to me which got my attention. I looked at her as she was pulling something out of her pockets. Soon, she pulled out a familiar bottle of pills, it was the pills that I was always taking until last week where she told me to stop, "It's rare, but one of the side effects of this is having vivid hallucinations, Y/N ---

I suddenly let out a blank and empty laugh, "No. That's not. No. No. I've always taken that....

"Yes, you have other pills...but remember when you started with this particular one?" she asked me and I try to remember.

"6 months ago..."

Then it hit me like a brick. That was also the same time when I meet him.

"The dosage may have been a little too much for you and your brain might have created something. Y/N, I'm really sorry. But don't you see it? The moment you stopped taking this, you also stopped seeing him?" she said and again another empty laugh came out of me as I felt a tear fall from my eyes.

"No. No, it couldn't have. It was so real! He was so real. Remember every story that I told you? That's all...that's all REAL," my tears continued to fall as I explain this to her and she just looked at me with sorry in her eyes.

Patrick felt like my other half already. He makes me feel better and everytime I'm with him, it's like nothing else matters and I'm fine and safe. He makes me laugh, he puts me on Cloud9, he made me feel loved. How can a mere hallucination make me feel that way? It doesn't add up. It doesn't make sense and I refuse to believe it. He can't just be that. He's real...he's real...he's...

"I'm really sorry, Y/N...but from now on you have to accept the fact that Patrick is not real."

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Welp, there it is. (this is really based from the 'Forest Fic' which is about the band Twenty One Pilots. You guys should read it)
Don't worry though, this is still not the end for this one and will have different ele
Thank for reading!~