Since he was 11, Patrick Stump has been diagnosed with Schizophrenia. Since he was 8, he had been seeing you.

Patrick lived a generally normal life. He ignored the whispers and glints of black shadows in the corner of his eye that wisp past while he worked. And when he started thinking that the pale yellow wallpaper in his room had dancing people with eyes inside of the patterns, he took his medication.

But the one thing he couldn't ignore, or pop his anti-psychotics for, was you. When you materialized in his doorway, or he heard the steps of you behind him, he recognized you.

People had seen him have conversations with walls, with coat hangers, and sometimes just the pure air, because they materialized as you. You were his most realistic hallucination. And it felt like you were conscious. You talked to him. You remembered. You had your own feelings.

Right now, he was tracing patterns on his wall. As he often did. He liked these patterns. They calmed him. Unless he saw the aforementioned people and eyes, then he wasn't calm. He kept tracing the wallpaper, until he heard breathing behind him. Materialized.

"Are you there?"