He was losing his mind. He could feel it. Piece by piece it was slowly slipping away, and he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to be like his mom.

At first, it was a whisper or two. Something he could've easily passed up as exhaustion. Then it was the shadows. He knew how schizophrenia worked. He knew it had levels.

He didn't bring it up. Not to anyone. He felt that if he did, it would become too real. Spencer was so fucking scared.

"Please leave me alone." His whisper did him no good as he screwed his eyes shut. It's been three weeks now since he first saw you. A woman that shows up in his room at night. Almost ghostly looking. "I'm not a lunatic. I swear I'm not." He couldn't help the desperate sob.