I remember we were in the city and it was busy. I can't recall for what. There were allot of people surrounding me and I didn't like it. But I was there with Mikey so I tried my best to look normal. Even though I didn't feel like it. The voices are telling me bad things. But I tried to ignore them and it worked sort off. I'd rather just get into some place quiet and shut myself down. But I didn't, I acted like I wasn't hearing them. Other people probably acted like that too. But I couldn't control myself when I saw him.

'So Gee, how do you feel as a graduated, unemployed person?' He asks me half-joking, with a grin on his face. We are moving along with the masses in a horrible slow pace. Couldn't they move any faster? It's going to take hours to get home.
'At least I'm graduated and not still in school.' My little bro was still studying. In a music school. He was one of the guys in one the orchestras. He played the cello. One of the most boring instruments ever. Even a flute was more interesting. But of course, I didn't say that to him. In his school there were also a few bands. Why couldn't he be in one of them? They are much more awesome. But the answer lies with our parents. Who refuse to call me their son after I signed in for art school.
A weird movement caches my attention. Something big is standing in the middle of the mass. I freeze. I can't hear Mikey, saying things to me. All I could do is stare at that thing. I know it's not human. Maybe a statue. It moves. Panic strikes. My eyes widen. I turn around and try to run away. Away from him. Away from Mikey, who looks at me with a puzzled look. Like he's trying to figure out what's wrong. Can't he see it? That's impossible. I know it's not a hallucination. It's real. But it looks like he can't see it.
I push people aside. Running away as fast as possible. I can feel he's getting closer. I look over my shoulder. I see he's getting closer, passing Mikey. He still looks at me puzzled. Also trying to get to the mass. Trying to get to me. I look forward again and I run straight into a pole. My head hurts. Allot.

I open my eyes. A bright light causes me to close them again. From what I've seen, there's allot of white. A hospital? Of course you are in a hospital, you dumbass. Great. They're back. The voices have taunted me from a few weeks for my exams. After that it only got worse. They taunt me with all sorts of things, but mostly that I'm stupid and I can't do anything. I've noticed that sometimes, I started believing them.
'Gerard? Are you awake?' It is Mikey's voice. He sounds worried. I mumble an answer, something that looks like yes. I slowly open my eyes again, making them adapt to the light before looking around. It's a hospital room and I'm in the bed. A doctor comes in. He tells me various things, but I don't really listen. I've noticed a dark corner in the room. Normally I wouldn't even notice, but this one has eyes.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' I ask as soon as I realise he asked me something.
'I asked what happened to make run into that pole.' I have to think about that. I can't possibly tell him the truth, they would put me into a madhouse! Instead I tell them I saw someone that looked like a criminal and it looked like he was coming for me. When he asks further on the looks of the man
I tell him it's fuzzy. He walks away, along with Mikey. I can see he doesn't completely believe me.

The same day I get released from the hospital. We walk to his car, since my car is still at the apartment complex where I live. I try my best to look normal, like nothing's wrong. They are everywhere. Monsters, coming towards me to go back again. They whisper, say and yell things to me, trying to hurt me. I need to find a way to shut them out. I can barely take it.
When I arrive at home, I open the door and close it behind me. I can't take it any longer. And I collapse against the wall. I grab my head and I glide towards the floor.
You're worthless.
Your parents know that, that's why they've abandoned you.
You're better off dead.
You know we are right about you.
They surround me. Voices coming from everywhere. Darkness. Colours. They are here. The monsters. I can't...

Notes

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