I felt my eyes open. They were groggy. I felt so rough.
I touched my head, feeling a thick hospital grade bandage wrapped around my head. Strangely, I couldn't remember anything.
"Mr. Sugg?" I heard a voice say curtly from the other side of the room. I hadn't noticed a young looking woman wearing a lab coat. "We've had to detai-"
"Where's Caspar." I asked. I couldn't see him in the room and he isn't one to run out on me.
"Mr. Sugg,-"
"I asked you; "Where the fuck is Caspar!" I snapped. Standing up angrily as I ran my hands through my hair.
"Mr. Sugg, Caspar Lee is dead. We have had to detain you under the mental health act. You're a danger to yourself and others around you so please do take a seat!" She spoke defiantly, not backing down.
Wounded by her words, I felt my body drop down on the bed.
"You've got it wrong! You've all got it wrong you idiots! Idiots! He is alive! Why can't you see that?"
This argument continued for a few more days. Maybe weeks. In the horror hotel I couldn't tell what was going on.
I acted like a good little boy after a while. I ate all my meals and didn't mention Caspar, pretending to them that I had forgotten it all.
After what I think was a few months, they let me out, thinking that it was just grief that was taking over me.
It felt strange to be outside. It didn't feel right at all. I felt intimidated by the harsh winter winds of December.
For the first week, I stayed in my flat. I didn't eat, drink or sleep. I couldn't find a purpose to do so.
Strangely, I soon became bored with staring at the wall with day and nighttime TV talking to its self.
On the second week of the month I decided to go out. I went to the club only a few roads away from mine and Caspar's flat. When walking, I felt myself bump into someone.
I looked up.
"Hey...you look like you've had a rough time, babe." a young, and quite attractive woman said to me. She was quite scarcely dressed with only a short red dress and fishnets on. I had to admit, it went well with her red hair.
"Here...you look like you could use some fun...at the very least...something to cheer you up." She smiled gently with a soft smile as she put her hand on mine. "Come with me." She directed me warmly as she lead me down a different road.
I followed her, I couldn't see any risks. I mean, what else did I have to loose?
She took me to a small little flat in a corner of a tight street. It didn't look like anything special but I'd feel bad if I told her that.
She then showed me inside.
"Oh...I'm sorry...I never asked your name! I'm Anna." She grinned apologetically.
"I'm Joe...Joe Sugg."
"Well Joe, Welcome to my flat." Anna said kindly as she led me into her small living room.
She signalled for me to sit down.
"Here, try this." Anna then commanded me in a cool voice as she swiftly stuck a needle in my arm.
I winced in pain as she pressed on the plunger.
After a few minutes, everything started to feel fuzzy and amazing, my body felt weightless and everything around me seemed to stop; Time, Thoughts and any sense of worry or care in the world.
Anna grinned from infront of me as I giggled for what felt like the first time after Caspar. It all felt so amazing.
I then saw her put 10 Syringes into a bag onto the table infront of me.
"Here. I think you need them now more than I do." Anna whispered as she tugged my hair behind my ear into place.
"How...how can I thank you?" I asked in a weird sounding tone as I smiled gently down at her pretty face.
Before I knew it her lips were on mine.
And I didn't mind.
