Donnie sat in his room, eyes distant, struggling to tell if what he saw was real—or just another trick of his mind. The hallucinations were getting worse. Therapy wasn’t helping, and the pills felt pointless. Every day, he moved through life like a prisoner in his own body, barely hanging on.

With a tired sigh, he ran a hand through his messy black hair. A quiet yawn slipped out as he stood, forcing himself through the motions of getting ready for school. He tried to ignore the flickering shapes in the corners of his vision. The whispers. The shadows. The man in the bunny suit who always seemed to be there, watching.

“Weird,” Donnie muttered under his breath, heading downstairs. Pretending it was all in his head.