One month. One long, gruesome month. A lot had happened in a month. The voices and hallucinations had progressively become worse, causing a strain to be put on everyone around him. More specifically, Seth and Maddie. After a week or two of daily, constant episodes from Dean, Seth decided it would be best if Madison went to live with her grandparents, of course not on Dean's side of the family. That decision caused a problem, seeing as Dean refused to let the little girl leave him. Ultimately, he lost custody, anyway. That sent him into one miserable downhill slope for the worst. He began to drink more and more, and Seth started to get sick and tired of Dean's close-to addiction type of behavior. Arguments became more common, with a few of them turning into physical fights for both dominance and superiority. A few weeks later, Seth was gone. One night, while Dean was fast asleep, Seth packed up his things and left. Once again, Dean was abandoned. He had nobody. Madison, Seth...both were gone. He spiraled downwards even more, getting into abusing alcohol and drugs more and more. Finally, he lost the house he had originally lived in with his so-called family, causing him to just go back to staying in the hotels with the remainder of the WWE roster. In a matter of one month, things had gone from perfect, to bad, to as bad as they could possibly be. Dean didn't really notice, nor did he really care, how bad things had become for him. All he knew was he was back to his usual self. That was a good thing, right? It had to be.
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