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Daniels POV

Me and Joey were sat on our couch, watching Drag Race, of course.
I could tell he wasn't completely focused. He kept murmuring sentences that I wasn't able to make out. Like he was having a conversation with himself; which he often had. We'd gone about two weeks without mentioning his current 'state' you could call it. He would get so angry when he'd have therapy appointments or doctor appointments for his own health. He wanted to be treated normally not like a 'Freak case' he said; but it was easy to tell when he starting going into an episode. Basically when he starts yelling and hitting things to let his anger out. Sometimes he'd completely ignore everyone, including me, for days. Sometimes even a week because he was so pissed. We had a guest room, and sometimes he'd lock himself in it; which highly concerned me.

I was able to tell he was about to have an episode by the way he was acting. Murmuring, spacing out, seeming extremely tense and uncomfortable.

Ways to attempt to avoid it were to hold his hand, or keep the subject light or funny. Key word: attempt.
1/10 times it would actually work. But he needed to let out his anger; then he realizes how he's acting and ignores people cause he's ashamed of who he is. Some doctors think he had 'impulsive anger'.

But aside from all that boring stuff, he was acting very odd.

I had his hand in mine and I soothingly rubbed my thumb along his hand. His eyes were staring at the ground just below the TV. Every few minutes I could hear him murmur something I couldn't quite make out.

I heard my phone buzzing as it was placed on the coffee table; I reached forward and read the caller I.D
'Dr. Lee'

I clicked answer and quickly put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, pausing the TV. Joey looked at me; probably trying to figure out whom I was speaking to.

"Afternoon, Mr. Preda. I was just calling in to remind of Joseph Graceffa's therapy session tomorrow at 4'clock, you haven't canceled, correct?"

Dr. lee said.
"Nope. Haven't canceled. 4 o'clock you said?" I checked. Joey must've figured it out and subtly took his hand from mine and stood up; and went the kitchen.

"That's correct. See you then, have a nice night"
And with that, I hung up and placed my phone beside me. I mentally sighed as I stood up and walked to the kitchen, where Joey was drinking from a water bottle.

"Who was that? Nurses at and an insane asylum?" He asked as he stared in front of him.

"Joey, you exaggerate things way to much" I said as I took a water bottle from the fridge, as well.

"Mhm" he sarcastically muttered as he went for another sip.
"It's just Dr. Lee"

I said as I hoped up and say on the countertops. "Not going" he said as he screwed on the bottle cap and placed it down on the counter, and crossed his arms subtly.

"Yes, you are" I corrected. "Last time I checked, you weren't the boss of me. So, I'm not going" he replied sassily as he walked back to the sitting room.

"Joey, it's really not that big of a deal" I muttered as I walked back too.
"If it's not, then why should I even go?" He said defensively raising his voice. At that point I decided to keep my voice down; to help prevent further yelling from him.

"Just take a deep breath" I said and he scoffed and murmured something else.
"No matter who deep or shallow my breaths are, Daniel, still not going" I rolled my eyes slightly and shook my head a bit out of annoyance.

"You're going" I said as I sat back down on the couch.

"Raja won season 3 of Drag Race" he announced before going into the guest room and slamming the door.
"Ugh!" I shouted. I sighed deeply and rubbed my face.

I turned off the TV and went to me and Joey's bedroom; which I'd course was empty.

Going to bed in a fight is definitely not something I do; I left my bedroom and went to the door of the guest room, which was of course, locked.

I knocked on the door quietly but get no reply. All I can hear are the occasional sniffs coming from inside the room.
"Joey?" I said as I knocked once more.

The room went quiet and I heard some shuffling coming from inside.
"Go away" I heard his quiet voice say. I sighed under my breath as I went back to our room.

As I laid on my bed, I felt the overwhelming feeling of guilt arrive.
He didn't want to be like this. It's not even his own fault.

He's just sick. And life is slowly shattering him.

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