Novocaine (Phan)

Chapter 1

•DANS POV•
Song recommendation: Novocaine by fall out boy.

"I'm not depressed." I said for the thousandth time today. The receptionist rolled her eyes and check the depression box on her bright green clipboard. She looks me over, she sees my knee bouncing and my hands fidgeting. She marks down anxiety as well. I shake my head and sigh.

"Miss, I only hear voices in my head." She smacks her gum and erases depression and anxiety. "Why are you here?" She sneers. I chuckled angrily and shake my head. "I have these voices in my head, they tell me what to do and I need help. I'm not coming here because I want to obviously, my mom is making me. I'm in room 221" i show her my paperwork. She nods and presses a button.

"Patient 221 is here and ready to be taken to his room." I cringe at the word patient. I'm a human not a number.

A lady that looks friendlier than Ms. Receptionist comes and fetches me. A smile spreads acrossed her face, stretching her features. She grabs my arm and guides me down a hallway. "Its going to be okay, Daniel." I grimace. "Just Dan please."

It won't get better, your stuck with this forever.

I try to ignore the pounding voice in my head and follow her. Dragging my backpack to my room, I take my time walking towards my room. The lady says she'll get me in 40 minutes and she leaves me to settle in. The walls are white and so are the bed sheets that cover the mattess.

I pull out the pillow I brought and place it in the middle of my bed. The black pillow stood out in the white room, I sit on the edge of my bed. Sometimes I feel like I'm the black pillow in a white room.

Someone knocked on my door. It surely hadn't been 40 minutes so I hesitate to see who it is. I opened the door to find a boy maybe my age. He had black hair and piercing blue eyes. His skin was the color of the walls. He smiled at me and whispered. "Hello my name is Phil, short for Phillip." I gave him a small smile to match his.

"Hello short for Phillip. I'm Dan." He laughed a bit and paused before saying. "Want to see something cool?" I nodded, knowing I had nothing better to do. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway. He stopped at room number 257. He opened the door and I followed him inside. 

Inside the walls weren't white like yhe rest of the building, they were 70 different colors. Blue, green, pink, purple. Colors swirled together and out. Just over the bed, black and grays swirled together and reached out towards the bed.

Phil let go and I immediately missed the warmth of Phil's hand. I turn my attention back to the room. I stare in awe at the room. I spin in circles and take it all in. "It's beautiful." I sighed. "Did you do this?" I ask. Phil nods. Phil wandered over to a drawer and opens it. He takes something out and hands it out to me. A paintbrush. "I don't paint." I say quietly, hoping I dont offend him. He sets it down on his dresser which is a lovely shade of yellow.

"So what's your story? Why are you here?" Phil asks. "I'm Dan, I have voices in my head. They started when I was 15. I dont belong here." He cringes a bit but nods and started to dip his paint brush into a red.

"Why are you here?" I ask. He looks up and chuckles softly. "I'm an insomniac." I'm surprised by his answer but I don't say anything. He sweeps the red a crossed the wall and curves it ever so slightly.

"Tell me about yourself Dan." And so I do. I tell him about my dog, about the bands I like, about school and bullies. He cringes at the part pressing the paint brush hard into the wall. I am about to continue when I hear a faint ringing noise. It becomes louder and louder. Phil stops painting and puts his stuff away, leaving the brush in a bucket of water.

We walk into the hallway and immediately someone grabs my wrists. I flinch and pull away. The woman from earlier presses me into her chest. "Dan! Sweetheart! We thought you had tried to leave!" I shook my head. "Only talking to Phil."

She seemed to realize Phil was next to me fiddling his thumbs. She smiles and tells him he can go now. He nods and heads back to his room. I watch him walk away and begin to walk back to my room. "Ah ah ah!" The woman says. "Come with me."

I reluctantly follow her down a hallway. While she leads me away I ask. "Can i redecorate my room?" She pauses and says. "How so?" I think for a second. "Can I hang up posters?" She nods and we go back to walking. I may be wandering the halls of a mental ward but my thoughts are still in Phil's dream room.

A/N: Hello! I hope you have enjoyed the first chapter!

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