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Eyooohh! Sorry, I haven't updated for the past two days, I was kind of busy. On Thursday I had to celebrate Phil's birthday (HAPPY 27th!!!) and my parent’s 22nd anniversary. Then, on Friday, I had to go to Long Island to my best friends so we could film a video for our YouTube channel. It's youtube.com/justsinak if any of you want to check it out btw c;. So, I just came home like five hours ago and procrastinated on writing this. Don't worry though, I'm here, and now you can enjoy chapter 6 of It's Actually Kind of Funny!!!

(Guess who's POV it is... just guess)... *Dan's POV* (woah.) 

“So, this is the activity center,” Luke said, acting like he’s been here for years, “We pretty much just talk, play games, and do the required daily activities in here.” Great, I entered myself into a mental ward that forced you to talk to people. Luke was already down the hall and I jogged after him. “These are the showers. There’s only one so make sure you lock the door,” he grinned. I looked at the door, but there was no lock. “Does it lock from the inside or?” I questioned. He laughed and pointed at the vacant/occupied sign. He moved a little knob covering the vacant side so it only stated occupied. “Make sure it’s on occupied when you shower,” he smiled, “But nobody pays attention to it so someone is bound to walk in on you scrubbing your balls.” I nodded.

“Here’s where we eat,” Luke stated, skipping past a small cafeteria, “The foods pretty good, you get to choose what you want, I think Dr. Chapman will give you the papers when you meet with him.” I followed Luke, not really paying attention to what he was saying.

We passed a small room with a young man sitting inside. He had pale skin which was accentuated by his black straight hair, a fringe crossing over his right eye. He was wearing a green checkered flannel shirt and black skinny jeans. He looked up from something he was drawing and looked right at me with his striking blue eyes. He looked my age, maybe a year or two older. We stared at one another for quite a while, until Luke and I had passed the room. I turned back, seeing that the boy was already focused on his drawing again.

“Who was that boy in the room we just passed?” I asked, sounding a bit desperate. Luke looked at me and grinned, he knew something was up. “Oh, that’s Phil Lester, he came here about 20 days ago,” Luke announced, turning back around to continue walking. I smiled to myself; maybe staying here isn’t going to be as bad as I think it is if I make some friends.

Luke and I stopped in front of an office with a man sitting at his desk. “Hey Mr. Chapman, this is Dan, he just came here,” Luke chirped; he was very enthusiastic about everything, “Louis told me to give him the tour and direct him to you.” Mr. Chapman smiled and gestured for me to sit in a chair in front of him. “Thank you Luke, tell Louis to start setting up Daniel’s room,” he stated. I was going to have to stay here, for how long‽

I sat in the chair in front if Mr. Chapman and positioned myself straight so I looked mature to him. “You don’t have to be so proper; I’m really not as stern as I look. You can call me Jim by the way; Luke just likes to joke around with me about how professional I appear.” I let myself relax and slouch into the seat and nodded.

“So, welcome. Do you have any sharp objects or electronics on you?” Jim question, handing me a bag, expecting me to put any items I had into it. I took out my keys and tossed them in the bag. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started at it. Oh no, I can’t get rid of my phone, how would I be able to get the emails? I sighed; I couldn’t deal with any more pressure than I was under right now so I chucked it into the bag. “Shoelaces and belts too, sorry man,” Jim pointed at my black converse. I untied my laces and put them into the bag, then leant back into the chair.

“Okay, now that we’ve got that out of the way, why did you decide to enter yourself in here?” Jim looked at me. I sighed and told him about how I came here at the orders of the suicide hotline, how I had chronic depression, and how I didn’t know I’d be admitted into a psychiatric health center. “I used to take Zoloft for my depression but it didn’t seem to help so I thought that you’d just prescribe me something that could actually help and I’d be on my way,” I finished off. Jim shook his head and wrote down something onto his clipboard. “I’m sorry you thought it would be that easy, but you’re going to have to stay here for at least a week, do you have someone who can come and sign these forms for you?” he asked, showing me the papers. My eyes widened, only taking in the words stay here for at least a week.

“Umm, yeah I think my mom can come, she may take a while to come though,” I choked out. I used Jim’s office phone to dial her and told her the whole story before she even got to say anything. She kind of freaked out and said she’d be right on over. “I think your room is ready, you can head right on over while you’re waiting for your mother to come,” Jim smiled. I walked out of the room and started walking down the hall. I saw the room and Phil was there, but I felt a like he didn’t want to be talked to right now so I just looked at the ground and continued walking.

I got to my room and looked across the room to find a figure lying in a bed. It turned to over to face my direction and I realized it was a young boy that looked about my age. “Umm, hey. I’m Dan; I guess we’re roommates then?” I stuttered, sounding extremely nervous. “Yeah, I guess mate,” the boy sighed, his voice sounding of defeat and lifelessness, “I’m Jason by the way.”

The boy had crazy, poofy, pastel blue hair that made his skin look darker than it was. He had a childish look to him but he seemed pretty cool.  I jumped onto my bed and faced him, observing his outfit. It looked like he’d been in the same outfit for days. “Well, I guess I’m just going to sleep again, night,” Jason stated before turning around and lying down on his side. So this is what it was going to be like. This is what it was going to be like at a mental hospital. I felt defeated, but at the same time, I felt relieved. I was being shut out from the real world, and in a way, that released a lot of pressure from my chest. I smiled and laid down onto my bed, staring at the ceiling while doing so. I had nothing better to do while waiting for my mother anyways. I might have as well just enjoyed the release of pressure at the moment.

YAY, chapter 6 is complete :D. Sorry, it’s kind of short, I got a little lazy. I’m also kind of really tired so I just want to go watch some TV. I’ll try to update tomorrow with a longer chapter before Dan and Phil’s radio show. But, I still hope you enjoyed reading, let me know in the comments or whatever. GEV ME JUR FEEDBACKZ! Love to all, thanks for reading :3