Splattered Paint - Dan Howell

Back on Track

Darcy's P.O.V

I woke up in that blasted bed and groaned as I got up and stretched. I tried recalling the previous night but I couldn't remember anything. I assumed I must have been really tired and brushed it off. Though I couldn't help but feel very weird. Not physically, but mentally. I couldn't pin-point what it was but I didn't like it. I kept having the urge to cry, and sometimes I would without even realising.

As the days went on, my strange behaviour got worse. I would wake up crying and my sessions with the doctor were becoming something I hated.

I hated everything.

I was angry and depressed.

I couldn't remember anything and I didn't have any family or friends to see and the doctor said I needed to stay even longer.

He couldn't even tell me WHY!

Stupid doctor.

Stupid hospital.

Stupid life.

I hated my life, and that was the truth. I hated everything and I started to re-think things through. I didn't want to get out of this hospital, I wanted to get out of my life. I wanted to permanently escape reality and I could only think of one way to do so, but that option wasn't available.

Dan's P.O.V

Since Darcy's escape, my heart kept breaking more that it had originally. I thought she would remember me. I thought the doctor would let me see her! But instead she didn't remember anything, and her behaviour had gotten worse.

It started off as her randomly crying. Then she started doing things like scratching her arms and pulling at her hair. Then she stopped talking to the Doctor. Stopped eating. And eventually she wouldn't move, just sit on her bed staring at the mirror. It was scaring me, and the doctor wasn't exactly sure what to do at this point. He insisted it was the medication or whatever but I could tell it wasn't that.

She was depressed and lonely, but she wasn't desperate or hopeful.

I was worrying and I couldn't sleep. The image of her staring directly at me with bloodshot eyes and pale skin was burnt into my mind and it wouldn't leave.

"It's been another week Dr Hodgons! Can't you see she is absolutely broken? I won't just sit here and watch her like this!" The doctor shook his head.

"Even you can't get her to cooperate! She hasn't taken her medication in days! She is supposed to be getting better not worse! YOU'RE A DOCTOR! HELP HER!"

"BE PATIENT DAN! NOT ALL THINGS HAPPEN WITH THE CLICK OF YOUR FINGERS! Look, we are doing our best. Patients like Darcy snap out of it within a few days, it's just a temporary phase and we have to be patient" I scoffed and shook my head.

Unbelievable.

And he calls himself a specialist...

"What if she doesn't snap out of it? What if she stays like this? What will you do then?" I asked but the doctor ignored me, too fixated on Darcy.

Her eyes pierced my soul, and even though she couldn't see me, it sent shivers down my spine. It reminded me of a horror film movie, and I expected something horrible to happen any moment now.

It had been another few days and she hadn't moved from her position. The doctor tried persuading her to eat or sleep, but she would just scream at him then cry.

I started noticing that the tears on her cheeks were constantly there now, and I couldn't help but cry along with her on occasions.

I was simply broken hearted.