The Boy With The Whiskers; Phan

You can't escape this place.

I gag on my own breath.
"He-he's what??!!!!!" I yell, standing up.

She flinches.
"Dan Howell is dead." She says sharply.

I try to process this in my mind.

No one knows what's going on.. None of our subscribers know. They think we're just not uploading.
But I'm in a mental hospital... And Dan is dead.

I start to hyperventilate, and try to catch my breath. I don't think I have ever acted like this before. I grab the lady by her shoulders and try to strangle her.

The monster I've become.. What has this place done to me?

She yells, and 4 guards barge in and grab me, trying to get me off her.
I yell at the top of my lungs, a scream of an insane person, a scream that can't be unheard.

They yank me off and start dragging me out, as they are, I see the lady look at me in disgust, and then the door shuts.
They throw me in my room, and I immediately try to punch them.

"HE CAN'T BE DEAD!" I yell, but they run out and the door clicks.

I pound on the door, looking insane.

I press my face against the glass, and start yelling. I continue to hit the door, praying it will open.
Please!

No one comes, but I just keep hitting the door.

"HE'S NOT DEAD! YOU CAN'T-"
I catch my breath.

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME BELIEVE!"
I yell like a madman and slam my fists into the door. Nothing.

I throw myself on the floor and start to cry hysterically.
I yell every now and then, just to make sure I'm not losing my voice.

I start to sob softly, my tears falling flat on the hard floor.

He can't be dead.. But then again, who do I believe at this point?

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I wake up in my hospital bed, another day like this.

I start to think about Dan.

And start to accept that my best friend, my lover, my other half, my boyfriend, my "was-soon-to-be" husband, my favorite person, my Dan, was dead.

Maybe he's in a better place?
I thought. Because I forced myself to believe he was.

I hear the door click, and a man, about my age walks in. Probably another patient.
He smiles at me, as if to say 'hello'.
"Hi." I say, and smile a bit.

He walks over to me and sits.
"I'm sorry."
"About what?" I say.
"Dan."

How did he-?

"I used to watch you guys every day before I got stuck in here." He smiles.

A fan?

"Oh."
He looks away for a second.

"Yeah, you know the bad thing about here?"
He looks at me.

"What?"
"You can't escape this place." His smile fades a bit.

"I tried to escape. So many times. But there are guards on every inch of this place; all watching." He looks down again.

"So there really is no escape? No way?"
He looks at me in the eyes.

"Well there is a way, but you would have to be a ninja." He chuckles.

"There's an exit, but it's in the Director's office-"
"Who's the Director?" I ask.
"The lady who you strangled- I watched the whole thing. Didn't know you had it in you." He smiles, then turns serious.
"So there's a fire escape in the back of her office, all you do if flip a switch, climb out, and it's home sweet home. I never got to escape when I get called there because it's all the way in the back, and if you dash for it before you know it, there's guards holding you back.
It's impossible." He sighs.

"If you were to even have a chance, you would have to sneak out during lunch; also impossible."
I nod.

"I didn't get your name.?"
"I'm Jessie." He says, "and yes I'm aware it's a feminine name."
I chuckle, and he smiles.

"So how do you insist we do this?" I ask.

"My room is FT4, during lunch, we'll make a run for it and wish for the best."
I nod.
"It's not like they can hurt you or punish you badly here."
I look down at my arm, and he does too.
"Well not severely."