(A/N: Wow… So close to finishing this… I can almost taste it! [Not really… That'd be kind of gross…] Andddd… For once, it is pure Mikey POV in this chapter. Enjoy it, for it may never happen again in this almost done story.)

FLASHBACK

I think something is wrong with Donnie. He has been acting strange. He will do something, then the next morning he can't remember anything. I did some research (Yeahh… I'm not that dumb! I just act dumb…) and I put in his symptoms. What came up was multiple personality disorder. Yeah. My brother has multiple personalities. The scary part is that one personality is a creep who is suicidal and wants to be alone all the time while the other is the one everyone else knows about. At least I think I am the only one knowing about the other personality. I hope I am. No one else needs to know about it.

The thing is, ever since Leo died (he probably knew about the personalities) his normal personality is changing to be a lot alike with the other one. He is depressed (and somewhat suicidal) but not a creep. He likes to be alone now though. But he has always seemed to be that way though.

I found out another aspect of the other personality. It is very destructive. The last time I went into Don's lab, it was completely trashed. I know why though. The reason I do is because I had to sedate him again to make him stop throwing things around.

I hear more crashing. That isn't good.

I start to head to the lab. I see 'Don' (The other personality) standing there, cuts covering his arms and shoulders, throwing lab equipment around. I run forward when I see an opening and grab his arms, putting him in a full nelson. He is fighting me off, but he is starting to realize he won't be able to get out.

"Don't…" He whispers in a tone I have never heard before. I am taken aback from it, and I'm not prepared for what he does next. "Don't. Touch. Me!" He throws me aside and I gasp when I hit his desk. Pain flares in my head, and it becomes hard to move. I know I have a concussion by the time I start to give up. I feel blood rushing down my neck from my scalp.

"W-Why Donnie? Why don't you want my help?" I ask. He softens for a moment, I catch it, but he quickly goes back to his normal attitude.

"I don't need you. I never have. And never will. You can continue on with your happy life. I don't want you in mine." He snarls. I feel my insides crinkling up with that statement, but manage to still look all right on the outside.

"Why not Donnie? Why can't we just be brothers like we used to? Why can't we try? Why not? Is it because of Leo-" I question, but I am cut off by his fist going straight into my jaw. I rub it carefully, knowing a huge bruise will form later.

"Don't you dare using his name again!" He yells. I feel tears form in my eyes when I straighten my posture.

"Fine." I say. He glares.

"Fine what?"

"I'll leave you alone. But don't you ever come back to me, EVER." I shout, storming out. The next morning, when he can't remember anything, I do what he asked. He looked confused, but it didn't matter. He wanted me to leave him alone, so I will. When my family asked about my scabs and my jaw… And my concussion, I told them I couldn't sleep last night and went out to get some action and ended up getting my butt kicked. Everything was well. Except for Donnie. And me.

PRESENT

I sat next to my brother's bed in the infirmary. He was asleep. He had IVs plugged into his wrist and all over him. I sighed. I haven't eaten for what seems like days, but was yesterday. This is bad, because it is midnight and I haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. I get up to get some food. When I open the fridge, I take out some milk. I open a cupboard and take out cereal. I pour everything in a random bowl, and set the dish onto the table. I get a spoon and put it inside the bowl.

A crash sounds from the infirmary. I rush to see what is wrong, for more crashes are going on. I get there, and I see a familiar sight. Don tore all the IVs from his arms, and blood is dripping down. My eyes widen at the sight. He picked something up at that moment, and threw it toward me. In my state, I was impaled by the non-active oxygen ventilator. Cuts covered my chest and arms.

"What did I tell you?!" He yells. He throws a scalpel at me, and I luckily dodge. "Leave me ALONE! I don't need you!"

"But Don…" I am cut off by another medical device being thrown in my direction.

"No buts! Leave. Now!" He yells. I feel tears work their way into my eyes. I slink away from the room slowly.

I thought he wanted me in his life. I thought we were going to fix things.

I work my way back into the kitchen and I lay my head down on the table.

I was wrong.