Being sick. It was never a great feeling, but you couldn't tell if it was either physically or mentally at this point. Your mind was constantly playing tricks on you with countless made up scenarios replaying in your head about random things, and seeing things that aren't really there. You thought it was best to just rot in your room, in your apartment. You wouldn't hurt anybody, or even yourself that way.

Then, there was the sound of your doorbell being rung. You snapped out of your daily trance, a voice of concern reaching your ears.

"Hey, are you in there..? Hello?"

Sounded like your classmate, Miku. You couldn't even tell if that was really her or not. Eventually, you dragged yourself toward your door, looking through to small peephole to be greeted by a expression of pure concern and worry on Miku's face as she attempted to stare through your door's peephole.

It felt like as soon as you blinked, everything flickered into a fake reality; Miku's concerned expression was no longer there. It was replaced with a rather obsessive and manic look. It obviously seemed like your mind was being weird again, but then again.. it looked so.. real.