I write this part today, because I felt like it would be easier to finish it and I didn't have the desire to do anything else. I was supposed to finish writing something that was inspired by the closure of the forums, but it will be for an other day, I guess... I don't want to do an introduction as long as the others I did, so I'll just say one thing. It doesn't mean that someone looks fine that they are.

No again.
It's the third time today...
At least, I never fall or faint when I have them.
The day I will, I might get hurt.
Should I see a doctor?
No need for that, it's just a drop of your blood pressure. Everyone have those once in awhile.
Not daily and more of the time when they stand up too fast. I have them even at times when I'm not fast at all.
It's not like you don't like the dizziness anyway.
It doesn't mean that you like something, that it's a good thing for you.
Oh! You're not funny.
It's our body, if something happen to it, we'll both die.
You're still boring.
I'm talking to myself now, so if I'm boring, you're boring too.
I think it would be wiser to check our mental health than to run after fictitious disease.
Pretty much everyone talk to themselves to make wiser decisions and you'll see when we'll die what was the "fictitious disease".
Except if we die in an accident or of suicide. In that case, you'll regret not listening to me.
Yeah, I get it, mental health is something we should check too. Though, you know that we have no motivation to go see an expert in either of those things.
It would have been much easier if someone just realise we weren't fine and bring us there by force.
You say it like if you want to put a fight against the one who would dare to do it.
Well, they would be the to choose when and who'll bring me their.
I'm not sure if you're talking about the fight or the medical exam.
Maybe a bit of both.
Seriously, what should I do with you?
Yeah, and me of you. Why doesn't we have our driving licence already?
You know it fair well.
Yeah, you fear driving for way too much reasons. Which cuted our autonomy and our independence. We might already have seen a doctor if you didn't hate the idea of driving.

[Sigh]

If only our parents could see through us.
If only you were more expressive.
You could talk as well.
...
What?
I would if you would let me more freedom of speech.
I let you plenty of freedom.
You prevent me from talking whenever I'm about to say something not to your liking.
Because you'll come back crying if I was letting you say whatever you want.
You're not my mom.
I'm you!
I'm so boring.
That's why we have each others. It's less boring that way.
How come no one has realized you're crazy yet?
How come no one realized I might be sick?
Yeah, maybe people are just too stupid to realize it.
Maybe you don't let them enough opportunities to do so.
Yeah, yeah, whatever!
Sometimes, I really feel like we're a mother and her child.
Though, I wonder who would be the child and who would be the mother.
Are you really asking?
Aren't I? I wonder.
I think people could lose themselves in my mind set.
But you would still tell everything that come to mind if you would see a psychiatrist.
True! Doesn't mean they wouldn't be lost in my flow of thinking.
I guess.

[Some time passes]

I don't feel so good.
You never feel "so good".
I do feel less well than habitually.
It's just in you're head. That's why you should see a psychiatrist.
Or a doctor.
Both would give you the answer you wish for, but you'll never have the motivation to go see neither.
I could!
You won't!
...
You know I'm telling the truth.
Unfortunately.
And whose fault is it, "mom"?
I take it back, we're nothing like mother and child, we're more like siblings.
I agree with that! It's still doesn't change anything.
Sadly!

[Later]

I feel sad.
Why?
I don't know.
I should probably listen to you and see a psychiatrist.
And I should probably listen to you.
But, even though we listen to each others, we still don't do anything.
I... I... Why am I an adult?
I wish I was still a child.
Me too.
Child... Childhood... Why do we have to grow old?
Why do we have to grow up?
Being an adult is no fun.
Everything that should be fun about being an adult, I don't like it.
Alcohol, late nights, driving, parties, se... Well everything.
Why can't we stay a child?
I don't know...
Je détestes ça. I hate it.
I know, me too.
I feel like I'm growing crazy.
Maybe we are.
What if it's too late for us?
What if darkness took the hold of us?
I... I... What if it's too late?
If it's too late, we won't be able to do anything anyway.
I... I'm scared.
Me too!
What will we do?
I don't know.
Can we show signs to our friends, to warn them?
They won't understand anything.
And, our family?
Even though they know us best, they still haven't seen anything. They wont understand our signs...
I don't feel so well.
I know.
I can't take it, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore.
What will you do?
I... I'm not sure.
Don't do anything stupid.
I... I'll try.
Stay courageous.
What if I die? 
Stay courageous.
What if I harm someone?
Stay courageous.
If I disappear?
Stay...
Don't leave! Don't disappear! Where are you? Hey! Am I alone now? Was it my consciousness who left me? Or am I the consciousness? Then, who left? I'm still alone. How can I stay alone in my mind? COME BACK! Where are you? I don't want you to leave. I should see a doctor like my other self said. And see a psychologist like I said. But... How? I don't have a driver licence. And I don't have enough strength to ask someone... I'll just have to live... Continue living, with just half my mind. I'll just continue living crazy.

What am I doing? I don't see what I'm doing. I don't understand what I'm doing. What are the others doing? 

Where am I? Do I know this place? 

I don't even know what I'm thinking. 

Did I hurt someone? Oh! I'm bleeding. Does that mean I hurt myself? Did I did that to me? 

Time... Is this... What time... Day... When? The time doesn't... sense... Word... Thinking... No sense... None of this make sense. Je... Je... Will I continue living like that? A nonsense life? Where time doesn't exist? I want to come back to my old self. I want to be whole again.

[Sob]

[Yelling]

[Sob]

[Crazy nonsense]

Where are you?

[Sob]

I want you back.

Come back.

Come back.

...

I wasn't sure where this story was going, but it turned out not that bad for the goal of this book. As I may have said before, that doesn't mean that someone says they're all right, that they are. If someone ask for help, don't turn them down. It's rare someone who doesn't need help ask for it. If they doesn't, they really does, but just another kind of help. See the signs!