Mordecai sat up against the wall, knees drawn up to his chest, and staring at nothing in particular. He sighed at the thought of what happened earlier that day. He leaned his head on his knees, and let tears slide down his face.

And I can feel the needle break,

Deep inside of my veins.

They try to tell me I'm insane,

You make me that way.

So come, and take me away,

From this monster that you made of me.

I feel like dying,

Erasing all of these memories.

The jay sobbed as he remembered the incident from last month.

He had been diagnosed with catatonic schizophrenia. Basically, if Rigby, his best friend, and life partner, had dropped dead right in front of him, he wouldn't even blink. He had rare instances where he would show emotion, but those almost always ended in him trying to commit suicide. Like last month. He remembered it perfectly, much to his chagrin…

He had been sitting on his bed, staring at a razor in his hand. He was thinking, an act that caused him pain, most of the time, anyway.

I'm trapped inside this cage tonight.

You torture my brain, with blades and knives.

I need you to try to save my life,

Before I go insane!

Rigby and Benson had walked into the room to the sight of him. Benson quickly grabbed him and pulled him to his car, while Rigby stood back, confused. He drove him to the hospital, where he stayed for 2 weeks. During those 2 weeks, he had lashed out at Rigby. He yelled, screamed, broke things, and even hit the small furry. The jay never meant to lay a hand on his smaller friend. He hasn't talked to him since…

Earlier that day, he was thinking a little too hard, and had subconsciously sliced his wrists open, and they bled profusely. He reluctantly went to go see Skips and tell him what happened. When he showed him, he was rushed to the hospital again, and went through the admitting process, again. This time seemed different though… A little too different.

The next day, Rigby came in to see his friend. When he asked for Mordecai, the doctor pulled him aside. He claimed his name to be Dr. Moore, and he regretted to inform him that Mordecai had passed away in his sleep due to unknown complications. The small raccoon had broke down and cried for three strait hours. He had went to the hospital hopeful his friend was okay, and returned numb.

In 7 days,

My schizophrenia breaks…