This is the Last Time [ BELLDOM AU ] [ COMPLETED ]

8//

Awaking in a pristine, white padded room at the psychiatric hospital was probably the worst thing to aggravate the voices in my head. They broke out into a loud rampage of taunts and violent requests as I struggled to sit up in the bed I was laid upon. My torso was wrapped in a straight jacket that had my arms pinned across my chest and restricted my breathing to short, warm breaths of air. Once I finally sat up I noticed that there were two male nurses situated outside my door and cameras in every high corner of the room.

Pulling harshly at the clothing strapped on me, I fell forward onto the bed face first and laid there until I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders lifting me up. I lunged at the person and pushed them over so I was on top of them, straddling their pelvis. They had soft, chocolate eyes and light brown hair that twisted into curls as they spread across their tanned face. Sitting up from the body, I crossed my legs underneath me and sat at his feet in amazement.

"You came! You have to get me out of this jacket, Chris," I pleaded with my friend as I heard shuffling of shoes behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Dominic standing there with a displeased frown. "Dom, oh gosh, I'm sorry! Please just help me get this thing off of me." The blonde haired boy walked over to my sitting form on the floor, lifted me up from below my shoulders, and placed me on the edge of the bed.

"We need to talk with you, Matt." Dominic helped Chris from the floor and stood in front of me with his hands in his back pockets as my other friend crossed his arms over his chest. I cocked my head to the side and raised my eyebrows in question. "This may be hard to process but we need to tell you before something worse than this happens."

"Worse than what?"

"We aren't real, okay!" Chris yelled as he threw his hands into the air and turned around to have his back facing me. I stared at him then looked over to Dom for confirmation on what Chris just said. The blonde haired boy dropped his head to look away from me but nodded in response as I struggled to get up from the bed. "You made us up and you act like we are here but no one else sees us."

I thought back to the pixie haired girl from group therapy who gave me the bottle of medicine and how she said that I act like I'm talking to inanimate objects. She didn't know about Dominic and Chris, even though they've gone to therapy with her, and thought I was conversing to chairs or to myself. I shook my head to try and deny what my brunette haired friend assumed and felt the voices in my head agreeing with him.

"No! That's not true! It can't be!" I screamed, pulling at my arms to get them out of the jacket. Chris turned around and walked over to me to hold me still. "I've know you for over half a year and no one has said anything about you or Dom being fake! You're here right now that means you are real!"

"Matthew, listen to us," Dominic said running a hand through his hair and looking up at me. He had water pooling at the edge of his eyes as he came over to where Chris and I were standing. "Ever since you told us about the voices and the figures in your head we tried to help you with them. And it has helped hasn't it? When we aren't around can you feel them coming on? And do you see them and hear them going away when we are with you? You made us up to fight off the things in your mind that were hurting you. We are imaginary, Matt."

"I-I... no! I end the stuff in my head with cutting and you know that, I told you both that!" I stated as Chris pushed me back onto the bed and he sat beside me. The brown eyed boy asked when the last time I cut was. "Since I first met... you guys. No! You have to be real! Dom has to be real too!"

"Please, Matt, understand that we can never be real and since that you finally know, and that the voices do too, we can't help you anymore." Chris placed a hand on my shoulder as Dominic took a seat on the other side of me. I hung my head as I felt the voices growing in sound and the touches on my skin appearing. "We wish to stay but you need to find another way to fight the things inside of you. I'll leave now, but know that you can always find me when you need me the most."

Chris stood up and left the room as I tried to think that what my two friends have been saying is true in some way but I just can't believe it without finding proof for it or knowing it for real. I shift in my position on the bed so I faced Dom more to talk to him for possibly the last time. He had tears flowing down his cheeks and I wanted to wipe them away and hold him, whisper to him that I need him to stay with me.

"I wish I was real so I could always be with you, Matt. I don't want to leave you."

"Don't. You can stay here and I'll make sure you become real."

"I love you."

"I love you too Dom."

The grey eyed boy wrapped his arms around my back and laid his head on my shoulder as I placed mine on top of his own and felt his body shaking as he sobbed and cried. I didn't want Dominic to hurt and I didn't want to see him crying so I picked my head up and kissed his hair before he lifted his head to face me. He planted his thin lips onto mine and kissed me softly as I felt his salty tears slip through our lips and I could taste it vividly, like it was real. I closed my eyes and tried to hold back my own tears but they came falling down my cheeks as I opened my eyes and saw that Dom wasn't sitting in front of me anymore.

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Chris and Dominic left over two hours ago and I can't help but to feel that they were real. I had felt true emotions with them and had real feelings for the both of them that could only be felt with real, live people. I just wish that I could find a way to get them back and be with me again, to help me. Sitting on the floor, I rub my eye on my shoulder to wipe the water away as I fend off the voices in my head and try to get the figures and pinches out of my mind.

Every once in a while, in the mist and fog, I see the familiar lanky outline of Dom and I try to talk to him but he disappears as soon as I say something. I also see the tall structure of Chris and I speak to him but there's no response as he goes away too. Closing my eyes, I focus on getting rid of the voices first but all I hear are the deep, rich vibrations of the brunette haired boys voice and the soft, subtle reverberation of the blonde haired boys voice. I can only think of the two people who understood and tried to help me the most; the ones who left me for good.