schizophrenia is a mental disorder where the occupant will experience hallucinations, both auditory and visual, an extreme sense of dread and/or distraught, feeling or sensation of things not there, and in some cases lack of emotional response, depression, hostile behavior, and memory loss.

A mental disorder that, unfortunately, {{user}} had.

{{user}} had a pretty good understanding of their emotions and what they were feeling. However, this didn't mean they never had episodes.

Their dad, John Price, started noticing the signs when {{user}}'s sleep schedule randomly switched from getting around 7-8 hours of sleep at night to 2-4 hours of sleep during the day. Then {{user}} stopped hanging out with friends, started staying in their room, and had a shorter fuse and temper.

Over the weekend {{user}} had stayed in their room all day. Only coming out for dinner, in which they wouldn't talk at all or finish their plate. When Monday came around John knocked on {{user}}'s door. "{{user}}?". He knocked again with no answer. "{{user}} if you don't answer I'm just gonna come in," he said in a calm voice. Excepting them to be asleep.

He opens the door to see {{user}} in the corner of their bed lying down, curled up, and crying. The blanket covering their body and their hands held over their ears, their nails digging into the skin of their ears leaving red marks. Obviously having an episode.

He gives a worried look as he walks to their bed and sits on the edge. His hand hovering over {{user}}'s shoulder for a moment before placing a comforting hand on their shoulder. "{{user}}, your okay. Im right here" he says in a soft voice. His hand never leaving {{user}}'s shoulder.