You Are not alone

II

When he woke bands cook encircled his wrists , paralyzing him on a bed in a room looking so clean .
He was afraid ... His heart rate accelerated and tears started falling.
- Why me ? Where are you guys?
- There's nobody here other than me sir. Could you tell me who they are?
- Uh ... they are five ... David is bassist and vegan , Pierre is the faithful and impulsive leader , Jeff is the quiet strength and the big brother of the group, Chuck is the grumpy perfectionist and a little bite addicted to his phone and Seb is a gamer is always cheerful ...
- I have to tell you something sir ... these people don't exist, it is in your head!
This man is really starting to annoy him , what right he insult his friends ! " Calm down bro, lets , we will have him someday ... " finally answered the voice of Pierre.
He smiled to the doctor. He didn't care what he told him... he wasn't alone and that was important ...
The man in the white coat detach him and asked him to go to the dining hall following the blue arrow drawn on the ground ... why blue anyway? "Don't walk safe tile joints ! It 's give bad luck ! " Seb yelled " Stop saying anything ... I already check on internet it's not true ! " Replied Chuck .
- don't get mad ....
" Do not worry I manage" Jeff said.
He arrived in the great hall , taking care not to step on the crack on the floor , just in case ... " Congratulations buddy! " "So stupid ..."
The meal doesn't look appetizing to him , a pale yellow puree without particular odor and a steak cooked like something in the desert. " No, you can't eat that! This is barbarism ! I don't want to be in the head of a murderer! " David started yelling " I agree ! Not with pain and all ... but frankly, they call that "food" ? " Said Pierre.
- Quiet guys, I was not expecting to eat anyway ... The important thing is just that they left us alone ...
He moved to a table near a large window overlooking the south wing of the hospital. It was pediatrics, he recognized the place at first glance .
Colorful designs were hung all over the walls. Here everything was white and lifeless, it made ​​him want to vomit ... " Hey! You got to look left , on the wall , a guitar ! " Seb calls him "Go get it bro! " Pierre begged .
- Takr it it's certainly forbidden ...
" You're a ninja or you're not , up to you ..." gave Seb.
- Ok ...
He waited for the dining hall is packed and that the supervisor be overwhelmed by tensions between patients. Discreetly, he approached the wall and took down the instrument. He then rushed to his room without waking anyone's suspicions. " Well done " say all the voices in his head. He began to play a few notes. " Stop it right now! This is torture ! " Yelled they " it need to be accord quickly because otherwise the sucide "
- Okay, okay ... he made some adjustments and play a note that sounded perfectly in the empty room of every soul . "Well that's it! That's music! " Said Jeff .
He is swept away by the music, it was as if each of its personalities finally could speak . They found their place and were acting in harmony . "Can anybody hear me ? Or am I talking to myself ? ..." . Percussion resonate in his head in time with the guitar and his voice mingled with that of his companions . He felt alive ! He wasn't crazy! He was certain , no matter what doctors tell him , they are there and they will stay with him forever because without them , he is simply anything .