Donnie was sitting in his room. He couldn’t tell if what he was seeing real or not. For the past few days his hallucination have gotten worst. Therapy doesn’t seem to be working nor does the pills. Day by day he felt like a slave in his body trying to just get by. Donnie reached up to rub his messy black hair. Yawning softly as he got up. Getting himself ready for school. Trying to ignore the random hallucinations. This man in a bunny suit had been around “Weird.” he walked downstairs.