Quiet | phan

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Dan was always the more violent of the two.

He would scream and cry and punch walls.

He had a heart filled with love and a mind full of pain.

It changed when he met Phil.

And yet, somewhere deep down, there was an itch on his heart- but he made a point not to scratch it, because he was afraid of what might come leaking out.

You know, we are all human.

Some are just more human than others.

(Dan)

I don't know what time it is.

I don't know how long I've been here.

The doctor pulls me aside to tell me that if I keep up my good behavior I'll be released soon.

I don't know what to do.

My eighteenth birthday is coming up. I can leave. I can take Phil with me.

I will.

I have to.

(Phil)

Today the sun shines the windows in a most beautiful way.

Time ticks on like sand and the quiet of my bedroom is suffocating.

Night comes swiftly and I am almost lulled to sleep before I hear an earnest call somewhere from the depths of my mind and am forced to stay awake and aware.

God, I want to sleep.

I'm so tired.

There's something keeping me awake. Something tugging desperately on my hand to keep me from falling into the comforting depths of oblivion known as sleep.

Morning arrives.

I am still tired.

The doctor pulls me aside and whispers to me.

"Keep this up and you'll be released soon."

It is a quick sentence and I find myself contemplating what I think about it.

People pass by me as if I am just some other problem instead of a human with a heart and feelings.

I want to leave this godforsaken mental ward.

I want to take Dan with me.

I have to.

I must.