Seth sat in his room, 11B, at the asylum, his home, for the past two years, Seth is only 19 and has a serve case of schizophrenia, meaning he can't tell the difference between what real and what's not. Everything he sees, if made up in his head, or is it?

Seth thought he was completely normal, he didn't understand what his problem was, all he has ever known, is how he acts. His parents wouldn't let him interact with other children when he was younger, afraid what other would think of their mentally disabled son.

He was fourteen when his parents took him to the doctors, questioning if he had ADHA, they found out it wasn't that, in fact, it was worse. They could hardly put up with his mood changes, and his consent neediness, soon, their marriage was falling apart, his father turned into a workaholic and, for his mother, she was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress.

Leading to both him and his mother being admitted into different asylums. Although, Seth hardly remembers much of his parents, and his former life, the one memory he has is:
On a warm summers day, his mother and father where holing one hand each, he was quite small, the sun shone over his mother’s golden hair, as they swung him in the air.
And then the memory would fade black. He had no clue if he came back down, or if he just floated there, life a weightless bird.

Destiny peeked into his room, biting her lip. "Seth?" She whispered. She had been coming to see him every day for a week or so, finding comfort in talking to him. She was here for being suicidal, and she didn't know when she would get to leave. But as long as Seth was there, she really didn't mind. He was the only one who could understand her completely.

Seth jumped at her gentle voice, but his eyes grew wide when he saw her, "Des.." he smiled, she was the only one who had seen his smile, "I thought you weren't coming... But then I though you might have died, and I... I." he stuttered, "I don't know if its night time or not..?" He pulled up his legs, and rocked slightly.