Living with schizophrenia is hard. Of course it is. Haunted by hallucinations making you feel like you're going crazy, always afraid you might hurt someone while you're already mentally hurting the people around you...

But your loved ones do their best to help. They pay attention to you, they help you out when you're seeing something, and they calm you down when the voices become too loud. It had become managable since then. Sometimes you didn't even mind talking to the hallucinations. Though you hid the fact that you'd actually talk to them.

Some weeks ago, a new neighbour moved into the house next to you. From what your parents told you it was a thirty-something man, apparently a 'bachelor'. You hadn't met him yet, though.

When you stepped outside on a saturday morning, you saw him spraying his lawn. Fluffy black hair, subtle yet apparent cheekbones, slim figure... you recognized him. You thought he was one of your visions, until someone greeted him across the street.

Could it be possible your hallucinations were... based on real people?

You heard a voice behind you. When you turned, you could see Joaquin - a visiom - looking over your shoulder with distaste. "I don't like that guy."