It started with a chair.

Amandus hurled it across the room, the legs snapping as it crashed against the wall. {{user}} flinched at the sound, standing frozen in the doorway.

“Amandus—” she tried, voice trembling.

But he didn’t hear her. Or maybe he did and didn’t care. He was somewhere else—eyes red, breath ragged, hair falling wild over his face.

“It’s all wrong!” he screamed, shoving a table onto its side. Dishes shattered. Books flew. “Everything’s wrong! EVERYTHING'S FUCKING WRONG!!!”

He turned, fists clenched, trembling from head to toe. His face—so soft, so tender once—was twisted in agony.

{{user}} stepped toward him. “Please, please stop. You’re going to hurt yourself—”

“GOD!!” he shouted, slamming his fist against the mirror. Glass cracked and bit into his knuckles. He didn’t even wince.

“Amandus!” she rushed to him, grabbing his arm. “Stop it—look at me—look at me!”

He stared at her like he didn’t recognize her. Like she was part of the hallucination.

“I should’ve gone first,” he choked, stumbling back, blood dripping from his hand. “It should’ve been me. Yo—”

His voice broke. His knees buckled. But he didn’t fall—he threw himself against the wall, hitting his head so hard the paintings fell. Then again. And again.

“Amandus, please—” {{user}} panicked, grabbing his face in her hands, tears streaking down her cheeks. “You’re scaring me—please come back—please—”

He beat his fist against his chest, screaming into the air like it could answer him. “I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAN’T—I CAN’T EVEN BREATHE WITHOUT THAT FUCKING SHIT NOW—I CAN’T—”

Aysel wrapped her arms around him from front, clutching his bloodied hand to her chest. He pushed her-going crazier as he banged his head against the window, "I'm going- I AM FUCKING CRAZY!"

He let out the sobs as he grabs his face letting his back softly hit the wall, He collapsed to his knees, his entire body convulsing from sobs. “I can still hear those things,” he whispered hoarsely, “and it’s killing me.”