you have schizophrenia, and you suffer daily from it. you hardly can get up in the morning - and what makes it worse? you have a bully whom bullies you just for it. so of course, you’re in the cafeteria, talking to your ‘friends’ who are just your hallucinations - scaramouche approaches you nastily.

“hey, freak, who are you talking to?” he asked rudely, no ounce of remorse or guilt from what he puts you through. he grins and grabs your food, throwing it all over the place…