It's Actually Kind of Funny(Phan)

It's Actually Kind of Funny- Chapter 5

A/N:

Yeah, so I guess the updating later on yesterday thing didn't come true... so here's an update for today :D I hope you're all enjoying the story so far, it's going to actually get into the story line starting around this chapter or the next. Anyways, here's chapter 5 of It's Actually Kind of Funny!

*Dan's POV* (Shocker) 

I stood up by the sink, reaching for the light switch to flick on the lights. “He had the lights off,” my mum gasped, “Daniel, sweetie, are you alright?” I turned on the water and rinsed out my mouth with some mouth wash. I splashed the lukewarm water on my face and wiped it dry.

I came out and put on a much forced smile onto my face. Though, it didn’t seem to work, as they could obviously see I was faking. “Mom, I’m okay, it’s just been a very bad day,” I sighed, “I had a fake shift last night so I obviously feel like crap today. I think it’s just worse than it usually is after a fake shift.” My mum and dad pulled me in for a much needed hug and I hugged back, taking in the warmth from their bodies. “Mom, is it okay if I sleep in your bed tonight?” I asked sounding rather vulnerable. My mum let me sleep in her bed when I was doing bad. My dad would take the couch.

I went into my room and slipped into some pajamas and walked into my mom’s room, flopping onto her bed. I flipped on the TV and watched some kind of cooking show for about an hour or so until the sight of food sickened me, even though there was technically nothing in my stomach. “I think I’m going to crash a little earlier tonight,” I exclaimed, flipping over on my side to look at the clock. It was only 9:30pm but I felt like I should be well rested before my suicide. What was I talking about? There was probably no way I was going to be able to fall asleep tonight.

“Oh, alright honey. It’s rather early, do you want me to make you some warm milk to make you sleepy?” she asked with lots of concern in her voice. I nodded and she headed over to the kitchen. I stared at the ceiling and traced random shapes in it with my eyes. Mum came back with a full glass of warm milk in her hands. I finished up the whole glass in less than two minutes then turned back onto my side. “Well, I think I’m going to sleep early as well, I have to wake up at 7:00am tomorrow,” my mum sighed lying down and turning to her side. Great, now I knew what time to wake up, 5:00am. At 5:00am I was going to wake up, rush to the abandoned building without thinking and jump.

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Several hours past already and it was 4:00am, my mother snoring loudly at my side. I got up and decided to leave the house an hour earlier. I wasn’t going to fall asleep for that last hour so I might as well. I went to my mom’s bookcase, deciding to spend the last hour of my life doing something I enjoyed, reading. One book caught my. How to Survive spread across the side of the cover. I picked it out and opened to the table of contents.

It was a book on how to survive life and everything that came with it. Wanting to kill yourself?..... Page 238. I flipped right over to the page it directed me to. They should’ve really put it in the beginning of the book, due to the fact that the book was about surviving.  “Before you try to commit suicide, I warn you. Don’t. Call the suicide hotline immediately if you’re having suicidal thoughts,” the words flowed across the top of the page.

I placed the book back into its place and flipped out my mobile. I dialed an operator to direct me to the local suicide hotline. The phone rang for quite a while and I was just about to hang up until, “Hello? Suicide Hotline, this is Mark speaking, how may I help you?” a young man’s voice radiated through the speaker of my phone. I put it back to my ear and sighed, “Yes, hi, um I want to kill myself?” I stated, making it sound more like a question.  “Okay, on a scale of 1-10 how badly do you want to kill yourself?” he asked. “Um, 10?” I replied, completely sure that I was done with life. Done with my life.

“Okay, you’re obviously in a very bad place right now,” the voice coming off as nervous through the speaker, “In this case I’m going to need you to go to the nearest hospital around you. Is there one close to you?” I sighed into the phone; the closest hospital that specialized in mental illness like depression was in Altrincham. “There’s only that one in Altrincham but that’s like an hour away,” I said, sounding really down. The man breathed through phone, he sounded nervous but he knew how to calm himself. “Alright, do you want us to send an ambulance to you?” I didn’t need my parents waking up from all the commotion with ambulance.

Then, I remembered I had enough money for a cab that can get me there. “No thanks, I can take a cab, it’ll be like two seconds and I’d be under the eye of someone else in case I did anything stupid,” I breathed, sounding quite relieved. “Alright, you’ve made a very brave and smart decision by calling here,” Mark stated before hanging up. I dialed up the cab, surprised they were running this late, grabbed my phone and keys, and rushed out the door.

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The car ride was about 20 minutes and before I knew it I was in the lobby of The Priory Hospital. I walked up to the desk in the lobby; a young pretty lady sitting in front of a computer looked up at me. “Hi, may I help you?” she eyed me with a curious expression. She was probably wondering what a boy my age would be doing in a psychiatric hospital at 4:45 in the morning. “Um- I-I. I- uh. Want to kill myself,” I stuttered because of the stress building up inside of me. The lady handed me a sheet on a clipboard and a pen. “Fill these out and a doctor will be with you soon,” she smiled.

I filled out the papers and placed them in an empty bin on the desk. Since it was empty I knew I was going to be consulted soon. A man walked up to me in a t-shirt, unbuttoned flannel over it, and ripped blue jeans. He was a tall and skinny man with tan skin and black dreadlocks. He didn’t seem like he would be working in a hospital but I knew he did because of his name tag that read Psych Hosp. Head, Louis. “Hey man, follow me, we’re here to help you,” he said with a deep but light tone, directing me down the hall.

We passed through two doors that shut and locked behind me and a redheaded boy walked up to us. “Hey Luke, how about a tour for the new chap here,” Louis calmly raised a finger towards me. Luke grinned and turned around, knowing I would follow. I was slightly confused until I read a sign. Welcome to the Priory Hospital Psychiatric Care Home. My eyes widened as we passed the sign. I had entered myself into a metal ward.

That was chapter 5 for you guys! I felt like it didn’t go into the story as much as I thought it would but we’re getting somewhere. Hope you enjoyed reading it! I would love your feedback, so leave your thoughts in the comments, hate or not, I take in everything! I know I’m desperate for your thoughts >.> <.<. Anyways, thanks for reading , look forward to chapter 6 soon!