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He was becoming even more tense and more likely to snap by the day.

Ever since he slapped me, which may I add again, didn't hurt, he couldn't even look at himself.
He acted like he was completely disgusted with himself at his actions. I told him it was okay, and I forgave him numerous times, but, it didn't seem to change anything in his thoughts.

And very slowly...he was slowly ruining himself.

He almost seemed like a child who lost their mother at a store. He couldn't focus, he was tense, and he just seemed scared. And I couldn't do anything about it.

I couldn't change him after that. So bad...I wanted so bad to be able to save him from his mindset. So we could go back like we used to...

I even remember the day he first heard the voice in his head...the day that lead to this.

:flashback:
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We were at home, I was on the phone with my brother, and he was scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

After I hung up, and sat down, I noticed something was off when he looked around.

"Did you hear that?" He asked curiously as he looked around the living room. I squinted my eyes. "Hear what?" He put his finger up for me to be quiet.

"Do you seriously not hear that? It's like a voice?" He asked in disbelief.

"I don't hear anything except us talking" I chuckled. "I must be crazy" he laughed and then began scrolling through his phone again.

And I thought nothing of it...until the next day where the same thing happened, and soon enough, he was always talking to himself, and he just changed. And that's how we ended up here. That was all a long time ago.

:end of flashback:

"Joey?" I said, he was spacing out.

"What?" He said as he was staring at his phone, but his eyes weren't moving around the screen, they stayed in one spot.

"Are you alright?" He looked at me, his expression was angry, upset, but mostly annoyed.

"Why do you keep asking me that? I'm clearly not alright. I'm on anti depression pills, I have four voices in my head, I don't eat, I go to therapy, you're stuck with me having to take care of me. I'm very much not alright" he said back.

He had a point. Many points...

"I'm sorry." I said. He scoffed. "Yeah." He mumbled.

"No it's not like that." I heard him whisper. I bit my inner cheek as I looked at him. Wondering what to do or say.

"Tell me what to say, no matter what I do you just get upset with me." His face dropped, he began playing with his fingers.

"I'm sorry." He said. I reached over and grabbed his hand, which made him smile. That bringing a small smile to my face. But his smile dropped when his phone rang from the coffee table, the caller ID showing none other then Hope, his therapist. I was confused since they always called me and not him, but I was curious to see what they were gonna say nonetheless.

He glanced at me once before picking up the device and answering it, putting the phone up to his ear.

"Uh...hello?" He asked, Hope's voice replied immediately, and fast.

"Erm... Alright...Yeah, uh-huh..." I said there, anxious to know the other side of the conversation.

"What?" He asked. I began to worry, what could she be saying?

"No...no, please no." He begged through the phone. "Joey?" I asked, very concerned at this point in time. He calmly placed the phone on the coffee table, the call still going on. He looked at me gestured for me to pick up the phone. I did, my eyebrows furrowed together, and he just walked back to our room.

Least he didn't going to his room, if it was bad he would've gone to his room...

Right?

"Hope, it's Daniel. What's happening?"

Wrong.

"It's been decided that Joey will be admitted to California's State Mental Unite."

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