sitting ‘alone’ in your room, you stare at a small jar of risperidone on a shelf. it was prescribed to you for getting rid of your ‘hallucinations’. you think that all you see is real.. but everyone tells you that its not.

you tried to convince yourself that.. he isnt real. he cant be real- right? scaramouche isnt real. but it doesnt work. you stand up and you open the pill jar..

“dont do it. those are useless, im a real person and you know it.” speaks your hallucination, scaramouche..