I'm Not Crazy!

I don't own DP

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"Regret," he muttered softly, "they call it regret."

He rocked forward and slowly back, and repeated the motion. His back lightly thumping against the wall. "Regrets."

The older teen cocked her head and bit her lip, bright hair falling over her shoulder. "He's been like this for hours," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I'm not sure what triggered him."

Maddie nodded at her daughter and turned back to her notebook. She scribbled some more notes in messy ink before turning back to the scene. Her son sat against the wall whilst rocking himself. He fell back into one of his 'fits' as they called it. Jazz had found him half hysterical after school, mumbling once again about the creatures in his head.

"Thirteen, " he mumbled, "thirteen's unlucky, yeah, unlucky."

Jazz turned to her, worry in her eyes. "Mom."

Maddie nodded knowingly again and picked up her phone. After being sent to voicemail for the third time she set it down and shook her head. "He won't answer, and we can't do much until your father gets home." Maddie glanced at Danny curled next to the couch. "I think it's best to ride this one out Jasmine."

Jazz looked like she wanted to argue but shut her mouth. It was devastating watching her little brother look so petrified. She tried to understand his mind, she really did, but the concept was much too complex for her to imagine. Maybe her mom was right, maybe they could wait out the next hour. It wasn't as bad as before, when just minutes after he got home he fell into his delusions, shouting at her and the air. She was thankful for Maddie having a short work day unlike her dad, who was due to come home after dinner.

Jack and Maddie found it hard to balance their high working jobs as scientists with their ill son, and not to mention Jazz who was in the process of choosing her college.

"Yeah," Jazz agreed. "Dad'll be home soon, right?"

"He should be. That man never takes out his phone, I swear Jazz." Maddie ranted. "Hard to tell if he really knows how to turn the darn thing on."

Jazz laughed and sat at the table, Danny still in her line of vision. "Still it'd be better if dad could pick up his medicine before work some time." She started unpacking her school work onto the table, she figured she'd get her work done while she had time.

Maddie took a seat in the living room near Danny, who was curled up next to the couch. She reached down a hand and let it rest of his tense shoulder. He scrunched his eyes and buried his head in his knees, once again rocking.

Maddie sighed and resisted turning on the television. It was best to keep the house quiet she reasoned. She wasn't about to lie to herself, she and everyone else knew that it's been a hard year. Jack, being the incredible being he was, managed a promotion. Meaning longer work hours and less time with the kids.

Their bills were through the roof, especially Danny's hospital bills. The stress was high in the Fenton household. Maddie was broken out of her thoughts as the front door swung open.

Jack sauntered into through the door and dropped his coat and bag. "Guess who's home!" he sang. Jazz ran forward and gave him a hug, rambling on about her day. Maddie shared a knowing look with him and he tossed her a brown bag.

"Got the prescription like you asked, how's he holding up, Mads."

"Been better, dear." she said motioning behind her.

At Jack's request she started a late dinner while he tried to soothe their son. It's been a week with Danny's new medicine, doing nothing but strengthening his hallucinations.

Thankfully Jazz was there to help him catch up on missed school work, from days spent in the hospital on observations and tests. The doctors said it was odd to have someone so young diagnosed with something so tragic. But not as tragic as having a schizophrenic son.

Maddie could recall the exact the day they were told of his condition and the exact reaction they all had. It caused them trouble, but made them stronger in a way. They were all dependent on one another in an odd way.

It was pure luck that the night went on without incident. A late dinner was served, minus one member, and everyone was fast to bed. Well, almost everyone.

Danny sat on his bed twirling his fingers. He was still edgy from his earlier attack when the voices got a bit too loud. His eyes traced the boxes twirling in his room haloed in a blue light. The ghost was nowhere to be seen, but he knew he was there. He named this one Box Ghost, as it always twirled it's cardboard boxes around his room. He knew it was another hallucination but that didn't help him sleep that night.

He flinched as one seemed to pass through his body, appearing behind him.

"Dang it," he whispered and pulled the duvet over his head. He could still hear the boxes banging on the walls and sailing over his head, and the Box Ghost's obnoxious laughter in the house.

It was humiliating to break down in front of his parents, but it was better than in public. His friends stopped hanging out with him after he freaked out at them. Honestly it was a mistake, some twisted thoughts his mind made up. He was already a freak at school, there was nothing left but to accept it this point.

He gave up convincing himself that ghosts were real and everyone was wrong. He knew he was sick, but it was hard to accept. Basically at this point everything just goes downhill. He really wishes to wake up one day to his alarm and not the screaming in his mind or the suggestions whispered in his ears.

Danny pushed the pillow over his ears and hoped for rest, but instead spending the night wide awake. As usual. He really hates that Box Ghost.

A/N: aaaaand scene! Just a short lil' thing I came up with. Getting back into the writing mood, this is just a bit of a filler :) (i'm no doctor, i just went by with what i know, okay?)

Thanks for reading loves!