Me and my dads (a phanfiction)

10. Darkness

A/N TENTH CHAPTER WHOOOO! Does my stuff actually update? Anyways. ENJOY.

ANNA'S POV.

*Crack.* There it goes. Darkness. Perfect. Why you? Why aren't we immortal? I was probably old. They say I'm wise. I'm really empty. Everything melts together. I am not the way I was I am empty an empty nothing in the darkness nothing is bounded everythingiseverywhereandIam. And. I. Do. Not. Need. Perfection. Who I am? You won't have to know. After all, you,won't remember this as soon as you wake up. If you will. If they save you in the right time. But I won't let them. You're in a very critical position anyways. Remember when you still ate the pizza? Good old times. Faggotbaby. You've allways been.

"You bitch." I say. All the time it was that angel. It's ghost. Filthy creatures are trying to posses my mind. They are about to win. But I won't let them.

It is this WAR in my MIND but I have a plan. I guess. Everything is so empty. I actually think I am dead. So there actually is something afterwards. No white light, bright heavens, or dark hells. Just... This shitty... Space. And I am floating around as a soul in it.

"Goed volk!" (good folks) What? What was that? "Halo?" (Hello) I shout, think, send or whatever there is used as communication here. "Ik ben sterk."(I am strong). It says. "Ja en?" (...And..?) I say. "Ik zal je helpen, Als er weer stemmen komen, zal ik zingen. Ik zal ze sussen." (I will help you, if there are voices again, I'll sing. I'll hush them)

There is a beeping sound. It's mostly silent, but there's a bleeping sound. It won't stop.

I feel something warm surrounding what my hand was, a long time ago. Everything around me is white, it doesn't hurt anymore. I can't feel pain. I can't feel the vibe of the sound of the beep, it's giving me an itchy nose.

I see contours of a face. 'Hello?' It says. I fill my lungs with air for the very first time, separate my chappy lips, and with a crooked voice I say

'Who are you?"

My sight is getting sharper. The face turns into a red tone, squeezes it's lips together, and gets watery eyes. It's warmth is surrounding me. Slowly I start feeling my arms again. My back, stomach, hips, legs, toes...

My body is back. The creature surrounds me. I don't know what is going on, but I am too tired to even be bothered.

"Loesje Loesje kindje klein
Droemi droemi zacht
Suja suja kindje klein
Luna luna nacht."

I hear. 'Where am I?' I say. His face seems familiar, but I can't get there. It's annoying, it's giving me a headache. 'You are in the hospital.' It says. He kisses my forehead and hugs me again. I take a look around the room. There is a little girl and another man.

"Who are you?" I ask. The little girl gets off the man's lap and runs over to me. "You could've been dead!" She said. "Where am I?" I ask. "You are in hospital." A woman with black hair, deep green eyes, a white sweater and bags under her eyes said, as she walked in. "You were involved in a car accident." She said. Slowly my memory was coming back. The two lights. Blood flashes by. Flickering lights. I look up.

My mind goes crazy. I surround the creature. I hug my dad. My eyelids get heavier.

Now i drift. I am an astronaut and I am in this world. A skull flashes by. I am not scared anymore. I don't care. Why should I? I look at my mirror the exact same way the rabbits pass the place. I can see my reflection in their eyes as I throw rocks into the sky that I own.

I am conscious. 'Eef?' I say. I scared myself by the loudness of my powerfull voice. ' I missed you.' I say. 'Ik jou ook.' (missed you too) She replies. 'Where are Dan an Phil?' I ask. ' They needed to talk to the doctor or something.' She said. 'It' allright. You're safe now. Go look after your sister.' I hug her. 'You know what, I think you are very brave for reading ' de Griezelbus' (a dutch horror book for children) and not getting scared.' I say. She giggles and hugs me. The parents we share walk into the room and my dads immediately hug me and my sister. I can't hug back. Everything is still sore. 'I... I'm gonna make a video about this. About schizophrenia. I'm done with all that jazz and bullshit. I'll tell everyone about it. About the pros and cons, about the misunderstandings and what it's really about. And i don't care what they are going to think. I don't care if...' I manage to say before my lungs are too exhausted to support my voice. Phil grabs my hand. 'Do whatever you need to do, my little girl.' He says while a single tear streams down his face, which is paler than it normally is. Dan bends over and gently places a kiss on my forehead. 'The doctors told us that you could go home after you had slept fo...' And i can't hear the rest because my eyelids had gotten too heavily.

The next day went by in a haze. We all slept in the hospital and when we all came to Adrian's place, we got concerned reactions. Luckily I only broke my right arm. I was left-handed so I could still write. Which is what I did. The next morning, right after I woke up I started to write the script of my new video in dutch and english.

Dan comes into the attic, and puts a hand on my shoulder. 'Are you shure you want to do this?' He asks. 'I can be helping for other schizophrenics. Who cares if I get hate? They'll be missing out on a lot then.' I say as I pull my sassiest face, which turned out to be looking just like Phil's (A/N no i am somehow still not over PINOF 6). 'Exactly.' Dan says. 'I like the spirit, but please be carefull. Hate can really hurt, okay? You can allways talk to Phil and me about it, I want you to know that, dear.' He says. 'Not everyone is as open-minded on the internet as we'd like them to be. And I don't want you to be known as a chainsaw maniac running through kinder-gartens with creepy masks on.' Dan adds. 'I know, but haven't i basically filtered them by getting your open-minded fans on my channel? The phandom is known as one of the 'most chilliest fandoms on the internet', isn't it?' I say. 'You may have a point, but new poeple allways come over, and i just want you to be allright, who knows what effect or impact it may have on your schizophrenic atacks?' He says.

He is sitting on the bed and drags me onto his lap. I rest my head onto his shoulder. My mind is going crazy. I squeeze in my dads hand. 'Voices?' He says. I nod. He starts telling a funny story from when he was little and how he and Adrian ruined the garden because they were chasing a moth. We laugh and keep talking for a long while, making the worrying go away.

A/N WOOOOWWWW long tome no see. I'm sorry, writers block. In order to get new ideas I had to go through my stuff three times. But here you go. BYE