Donnie wasn't an easy boy to raise, by any means, but you did your best. You did everything you could. You put him in therapy, made sure he took his meds, reassured him...you did everything.

Today was a particularly bad day for both you and Donnie, so you decided to give him some space. Until you got worried about him, then that plan went out the window.

You slipped into his room and found him sitting on his bed, facing the wall. You sigh, walking up to his bed and sitting next to him. "...how does it feel to have a wacko for a son?" You hear his voice, quiet and sad, after a few long moments. His question breaks your heart.