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“I don’t go outside… Do other kids live here?” Nikita huffed and ate another piece of her pop tart leaving four little squares left and the pile of crust. “Why not.. We can go outside, it’s okay. We are safe in the backyard nobody can hurt us..” She ate another piece and picked up her milk and took a sip. “I know of one other little girl but she’s a mean, gross, unworthy little girl.” She huffed thinking about Savannah. “She isn’t worth your time Prince Jayson.” She smiled and ate another piece leaving two. She kicked her legs and drank some more milk quickly finishing off the rest of her pop tart. She nibbled on the crust which was her favorite part as she thought about things. Once she finished she gave a happy sigh. “I just love that part!” She finished up her milk before bunching up paper towel and shoving it in the empty mini carton of milk. With a yawn she got off her seat and skipped to the trash can throwing everything away. Walking back over to Jayson she pulled her phone out and checked the time. It was only 7:20 she had two hours before she had to go to the bus stop. Smiling she held out her hand for Jayson and nodded. “It won’t hurt I promise, I have some chalk outback let’s go play.” She smiled at him and begged him with her eyes.

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“Why not.. We can go outside, it’s okay. We are safe in the backyard nobody can hurt us..” Jayson was skeptical of the girl, but as he looked out the window at everything outside, he felt an anxiousness. He wanted to see what was out there, maybe be happy, so he nodded. "Okay." He said quietly, taking another bite of his food. “I know of one other little girl but she’s a mean, gross, unworthy little girl." He scrunched his brows together, wondering what the girl had done to deserve such names. Maybe she would think that way of him if she knew he was different. “She isn’t worth your time Prince Jayson.” He looked at her in confusion. Prince? "What's a prince?" He asked, baffled by the word. Jayson looked even more confused as he saw her pull out a strange box from her pocket. The buttons on it glowed and it had words on the screen, he had never seen anything like it. She reached out her hand, and he hesitantly took it. “It won’t hurt I promise, I have some chalk outback let’s go play.” Jayson felt a bit silly. He liked that Nikita wanted him to play with her, but he had never experienced any of these things, so he was clueless as to almost anything that came out of this girl's mouth.

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 “Different isn’t bad, no matter what they tell you. You need to talk to us when they tell you things, alright Jayson? They’ll lie, and they’ll tell you not to tell us, but it’s very important that you do. Okay?” Allyson reached over, grasping Jace’s hand and giving it an affectionate squeeze. You’ll never have a clue how much I love you. She looked over at Jayson; waiting for him to respond. He was the perfect mixture of the both of them, the dark locks would forever remind her of Jace.  “Dad is different too. Do you talk to mommy about being different?” She resisted the urge to laugh, biting her lip softly. “Actually, it was one of the first things Daddy told me about him; he thought I wouldn’t like him because he was different. He didn’t know I was in love with him from the moment we met.” She reached up, stroking the child’s hair. “Just like I loved you from the moment I felt you in my tummy.” She leaned over, tickling Jayson’s belly, giggling. “Okay.” She planted a kiss on his cheek, wrapping her arms around him and giving him another hug.

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Jace ran his thumb over Ally’s hand, giving her a small smile and then directing his attention back to Jayson when he spoke again. “Dad is different too. Do you talk to mommy about being different?” He raised a brow at Jayson, giving a short chuckle. The kid was already a smartass just like his mother. Would you look at that. “Actually, it was one of the first things Daddy told me about him; he thought I wouldn’t like him because he was different. He didn’t know I was in love with him from the moment we met.” He still remembered that day as if it were yesterday. Hearing her music, following the sound of it to where he found her. ‘Didn’t know we had a ballerina among us,’ quoting her Dorian Gray. He remembered worrying that she wouldn’t call him back, the feeling of excitement when she did. He knew he loved her from the moment he saw her. It took him a moment to realize that he had spaced out. “Just like I loved you from the moment I felt you in my tummy.” Jace grinned, remembering her reaction to that as well. She was less than pleased with her appearance, but soon enough she put that aside and focused on the life that they had made. He wasn’t ready, not by any means, but he was happy. He wrapped his arms around the two of them in a big group hug, letting out a short chuckle after making some awkward roaring sound as he scooped them into his arms.

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Jayson pursed his lips here and there as his mother spoke, swaying his feet as they dangled off her lap. He gave a small smile as Ally stroked his hair, tilting his head back a bit to look at her. “Actually, it was one of the first things Daddy told me about him; he thought I wouldn’t like him because he was different. He didn’t know I was in love with him from the moment we met.” Jayson's brows knitted together again. It was strange to him, hearing this. It gave him a warm feeling that contradicted what his mind told him. Different could be good? People could love someone that was different? “Just like I loved you from the moment I felt you in my tummy.” Jayson's eyes shot down at his mommy's tummy and then back to her eyes. "How did I get in there?" He asked in a skeptical tone, pointing to her stomach. His eyes widened a bit as his father scooped them up, but soon after burst into a fit of laughter -- a rarity for him. Jayson didn't like the way he thought most of the time, it made him sad. It made it hard to laugh at some things, he didn't like that part of being different. But right now was a happy time, and he hugged them back with every ounce of strength in his toddler body.

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We have lost our Charlotte and we are in need of one!!

Charlotte Lillian Langdon | 4 | Unborn | FC: Mary Kate/Ashley Olsen. | OPEN

Charlotte Lillian is the unborn daughter of Violet Harmon and Tate Langdon. She was unknowingly conceived on Halloween and since she’s was never meant to be since Tate and Violet are dead she is an unborn and like the others cannot leave the premises. She will remain her age of four for the rest of eternity while her mind continues to age at an accelerated rate making her very intelligent and witty. She is bright and happy but can snap at any point and become angry and vicious. She doesn’t like to listen and feels she can do anything she wants because she has a way of getting people to melt in the palm of her hands. She is addicted to anything sweet and will pretty much eat anything that she can reach by herself that has sugar in it. She enjoys playing pranks on people and whenever she’s in trouble she likes to throw huge temper tantrums sometimes ending in a room being torn to pieces or screaming on the top of her lungs for hours. Being extremely curious she likes to wander around the house when her parents are sleeping or they are preoccupied with other things even though the only rule she has is to not wander without a parent or a trusted friend of theirs. Knowing there are dangers and people after her she always finds new and clever ways to keep herself safe when she wanders away from her parents. She is completely rude and sarcastic with anyone but her mother and father, unless she wants something out of it, being as she doesn’t really like to share her family with anyone else. As she grows up the only two adults besides her mother and father that she get’s along and associates with are Jace Taylor; Tate’s only friend and her Godfather and Allyson Peters, Violet’s best friend and her Godmother. Even if her parents are together cuddling with each other she won’t approve of it unless she preoccupied or she’s included. She is a daddy’s girl when it comes to receiving affection but mostly only listens to what her mom says to do wanting to grow up and be like her mom. Inheriting braveness from her mom she plays with The Infantata and Jayson Alexander Taylor, the unborn child of Allyson Peters and Jace Taylor, being that she doesn’t like the little girl’s in the basement, Savannah and not so much Nikita because she likes Jayson. 

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“Jayson.” Nikita smiled at the little boy, he seemed nice. “Well it’s very nice to meet you Jayson.” She smiled at him and when the pop tarts popped she jumped and skipped to the toaster happily. She opened the bottom cabinet and stepping in to climb back up on the counter and grab two napkin and take the pop tarts out of the toaster and put them on the napkins. She smiled and climbed down walking over to the fridge grabbing two little mini milk cartons. She set them at the table and then grabbed the two pop tarts and carried them to the table setting one on her side and one on his. She was about to sit down when she gasped. “Oh fizzles! The straws!” She walked over to the drawer and pulled out two straws. She skipped over over and looked at Jayson. “Won’t you join me? There’s enough for the both of us.” She smiled and opened his milk and put a straw in it pushing it next to his pop tart before getting up in her seat. She kicked her legs as she opened her milk and stuck her straw in it. She waited for her pop tart to cool down. “Be careful Jayson it’s hot.” She smiled at him and repeatedly poked her pop tart waiting for it to cool down enough for her. “So Jayson you live here? That’s cool maybe we can play outside and stuff. I have chalk and dolls and bears and dress up things and trains and trucks and jump ropes and balls and other things to play with!” She giggled and ripped the crust off the pop tart. She blew onto the pop tart then ripping it into six sections picked it up and ate a piece.

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“Well it’s very nice to meet you Jayson.” Jayson questioned her statement, he didn't think anyone would like meeting him. He was just another person. “Oh fizzles! The straws!” His brows knit together again, his nose scrunching slightly. What's a fizzle? He asked himself silently, watching the girl as she brought him some milk and this 'pop tart' thing. Jayson extended his hand to grab it when Nikita stopped him with her words. “Be careful Jayson it’s hot.” He raised his brows, looking at it quickly and then back to her with a nod. “So Jayson you live here? That’s cool maybe we can play outside and stuff. I have chalk and dolls and bears and dress up things and trains and trucks and jump ropes and balls and other things to play with!” Jayson shook his head a bit. "I don't go outside..." He trailed off, raising a brow. The other things sounded of interest to him, other than the dolls and dress up stuff perhaps. "Do other kids live here?" He asked, breaking the pop tart in half and taking a bite. His eyes widened a bit as he ate it. He didn't have sweets often, and it was different. It might have been the only different Jayson saw as positive.

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“Who are you? Did something make you sad?” Nikita jumped when she heard the voice of a little boy. She sat up and turned in the chair and looked at the little boy. “Hi!” She jumped down from the chair and walked over to the little boy. “I’m Nikita but you can call me Nicki or Nick.” She gave him a polite smile before pointing up at the top shelf. “I can’t reach the cereal! I have school and I can’t reach it.” She pouted for a moment then smiled down at him. “Where is your mommy and daddy? Do you live here? I live upstairs with my mommy. My daddy lives her too but they aren’t together.” She walked over to the counter and opened the bottom one. “I have school soon but I still have some time.” she nodded as she stepped on the edge and kicked her leg up to the counter and climbed up. “Of course I don’t want to go to school there are mean kids there and it’s a new school.” She sat up on the counter and turned to the boy tilting her head. “You don’t go to school do you?” She mindlessly talked to the little boy as if he really cared about what she was saying. She turned around and sat up on her knees opening the cupboard and looking at the plenty different brands on cereal and pop tarts. “Oh my Gosh! Pop tarts!” She squealed before grabbing the wild berry ones box and pulling out a packet. “I just love these.” She put the box back and shut the cupboard before climbing back off the counter and holding the pop tarts. She walked over to the toaster and carefully opened the packets and standing up on her tippy toes put them in the toaster. “Do you want on?” She turned to the boy and smiled. “I can only eat one.” She pushed down the nob and then walked over to the little boy. “So who are you anyways?” She asked giving a warm smile.

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“Hi! I’m Nikita but you can call me Nicki or Nick.” He looked at the girl questioningly, she spoke very fast and it took him a little while to register everything that was said before replying. "Hello..." He mumbled, his voice much quieter and more reserved as he was always required to stay quiet so he didn't disturb anyone. “I can’t reach the cereal! I have school and I can’t reach it.” He pursed his lips, scrunching his nose as he looked up to the cereal that was in fact too high to reach. “Where is your mommy and daddy? Do you live here? I live upstairs with my mommy. My daddy lives her too but they aren’t together? This was new to him. He pointed to the basement, implying that they were down there. He was interested in listening to the girl speak, though he struggled to keep up a bit and he felt very different. “I have school soon but I still have some time.” He nodded, though he wasn't sure what this school was. “Of course I don’t want to go to school there are mean kids there and it’s a new school.” Jayson frowned, immediately associating this school thing as something negative. It's a bad place, full of bad kids like you Jayson. "I'm sorry." He said, watching her sit on the counter. “You don’t go to school do you?” Jayson shook his head. "What is school?" He asked, cocking his head to the side as she pulled something from a cabinet. “Oh my Gosh! Pop tarts! I just love these” Jaysons eyes widened. "What are those?" He asked, scrunching his nose. He shrugged when she asked if he wanted one, he had never tried one before. “So who are you anyways?” He realized that he hadn't given his name yet, feeling rude. Stupid. He frowned. "Jayson." He said quickly, watching her put the pop tarts in the toaster.

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“You can tell us, Jayson.” Allyson turned to Jace as he kneeled next to her, smiling softly. No matter how nervous she was, it always melted away when she looked at him; he was her rock. She turned back to Jayson when she felt his eyes glued on her, leaning down and gently kissing his forehead. She watched as his brows furrowed, biting her lip in anticipation. I swear to god, if Kellum came near my child… “They’re in my head. They talk to me…” Allyson looked towards Jace quickly, her eyes widening. Schizophrenia? She opened her mouth to speak, but Jayson had already begun to go on. “I’m not supposed to tell people that I’m different.” She shook her head, immediately feeling guilty. You’re going to make him feel weird. Stop it. She lifted him up once again, pulling him into a tight hug meant to be comforting. “You’re special. Everyone’s different, just like me and your father. Who wants to be normal? It’s boring.” She extended the vowels on the last word, pulling back to grin at Jayson. Inside, she her stomach was turning, but she needed to be a rock for Jayson, just like Jace was hers.

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“They’re in my head. They talk to me…” Jace had suspected Schizophrenia, anticipated it. Nonetheless, his heart dropped to his stomach—a sickly, worried feeling overcoming him. He noticed Allyson’s gaze shift to his and gave her a pained, apologetic look. This was his fault, after all. He was the one with the illness, he was the one who had gotten her pregnant and passed this along to an innocent child. “I’m not supposed to tell people that I’m different.” Jace let out a short breath, feeling terrible for his son and the torture his mind must be putting him through. With Schizophrenia, the voice, they would manipulate your thoughts. Some people heard voices telling them that if they weren’t perceived as the perfect being, a good host, that they were worth nothing—disposable. This is where the suicidal thoughts came in, in most cases. “You’re special. Everyone’s different, just like me and your father. Who wants to be normal? It’s boring.” Jace watched how gracefully she dealt with this mess of a situation, smiling at her and giving her a small nod of approval. If it were him, he was sure he would have just made things worse, not known what to say and just made an ass of himself. That’s because she’s a good parent. People like you shouldn’t be allowed to breed. I know. He sighed, resting a hand on Jayson’s shoulder. “Different isn’t bad, no matter what they tell you.” He said in a stern tone, making sure he was understood. “You need to talk to us when they tell you things, alright Jayson? They’ll lie, and they’ll tell you not to tell us, but it’s very important that you do. Okay?” He asked, but it was really more of a demand.

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“You’re special. Everyone’s different, just like me and your father. Who wants to be normal? It’s boring.” Jayson smirked a bit, slightly relieved as he had thought that they might be angry with him when they heard what he had to say. “Different isn’t bad, no matter what they tell you.” Jayson had never thought of different as something good, he thought that it made him, well--different. It held a negative meaning to him no matter how much they tried to change that, but their calmness in the situation combined with his mother affection defused it. “You need to talk to us when they tell you things, alright Jayson? They’ll lie, and they’ll tell you not to tell us, but it’s very important that you do. Okay?” He furrowed his brows a bit. "Dad is different too." He said in a grumble. "Do you talk to mommy about being different?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He was a smart child, after all. His father held many similarities to him. Don't listen to him, Jayson. He lies. He's different too. Jayson didn't know if it was bad to have someone else that was different, he thought maybe it was a good thing--even though the voices said otherwise. He nodded, ignoring the thoughts he was having. "Okay." He agreed, patting his hands on his lap.

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Nikita woke up the morning after they moved in and rolled over putting her hands on the bar of her bunk bed and leaning over only to see her mommy was passed out and looked as if she needed it. With a huff she sat back up and grabbed Mr. Snuffles before walking down her stairs and tapping her finger on her lips. “Hey Mr Snuffles?” She whispered looking around the room. “Which box is mine?” She looked down at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh of course! Silly me.” She zipped her lips and skipped lightly over to the dresser and sat down in front of it opening the bottom drawer to her right. She smiled at the variety of different colored skirts and leggings. She reached in and grabbed a pair of grey footless leggings and a navy blue and brown stripped skirt. Shutting that drawer she opened the one above it grabbing a plain white tank top and a her favorite rainbow stripped cardigan. “Beauuuuutiful.” She nodded her head before shutting the draw and pulled off her nightgown and began to put her clothes on. Once she was dressed she stood up and looked at the clock, she was supposed to go to school in a hour or so but she didn’t want to wake up her mom. She grabbed Mr. Snuffles by the arm and walked over to the table by the door where her mom set her a letter next to her tooth brush, backpack, cellphone and lunchbox. She just learned to read and she noticed her mom must have been tired when she wrote it because it was in swirly letters all she could make out was 9:20. “Can you read this Mr. Snuffles?… I can’t either..” She grabbed her tooth brush and walked down the hallway swinging her bear listening for any noise from the rooms. 

She stopped at the door with the label ‘bathroom’ on it and smiled. “Told you I’d find it eventually.” She smiled triumphantly and walked inside her eyes wide. “Oh my giddy aunt this bathroom is humongous!” She walked over to the sink happy to see her mother put her stool under the sink and set Mr. Snuffles on the floor and stepped up on her stool looking in the mirror. “Where’s my brush Mr. Snuffles?” She furrowed her brows and looked around at the different labeled baskets with what she assumed to be the other girl’s things. She gasped happily when she saw her hair box on the lower shelf. She grabbed it and opened it smiling at the various pins, clips and hair ties. She brushed through her hair once before taking a brow bow from the box and clipping a section of hair on the left side of her face back. Smiling she put the brush back and put the box back where it was before turning on the water and brushing her teeth. Once she was done she got off the stool and pushed it back under the sink before grabbing Mr. Snuffles and heading back to the room. Putting her toothbrush back on the table and walked over to the dresser and grabbed some socks before putting on her grey converse that were under the table by the door. “See you later Mr. Snuffles.” She smiled before setting him on one of her steps. She put on her backpack, grabbed her lunchbox and grabbed her phone. She checked the time and it was only seven. She walked down the hallways slowly before climbing down the stairs holding onto the railing with her free hand and hoping down to each step until she reached the bottom. “Breakfast.” She smiled and headed to the kitchen. She chewed on her lip and set her things on the counter. “Great, how am I suppose to reach the cereal?” She crossed her arms and climbed up on the bar stool and leaning on the island putting her chin on her hands. 

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Jayson heard footsteps coming from upstairs. He had never been upstairs, he wasn't supposed to. Jayson was to stay in the basement or with his mother and father at all times. Only, his mother and father were both asleep, and Jayson was bored. Even with being quickly developing child, he was still a child. He climbed the stairs, using his hands to balance himself. It took a bit of effort to reach the knob, and he teetered a bit--nearly falling backwards. Finally he got it, pushing open the door and squinting at the amount of light that filled his eyes. They ached from the light after having been in the dark basement for so long. He walked into the kitchen, looking around at everything and wanting to snoop around more than anything. Jayson saw a girl sitting on a chair and his small brows furrowed together. He was confused as to who she was, he had thought he was the only child here. Jayson made his way over to the girl as fast as his small legs could take him. "Who are you?" He asked, not meaning to be rude but lacking the proper social skills it took to realize when you were. She seemed upset over something, he looked around in hopes of seeing what had upset her--thinking maybe it was the things he saw in his head, but he saw nothing. "Did something make you sad?" He asked, still in a sort of demanding tone. He forced the crease in his forehead to calm and looked at her questioningly. The girl was brightly dressed, it intrigued him. 

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Allyson bit her lip as Jace approached, watching him examine the picture. “Jayson, why are your drawings so… depressing? Do you see these things?” She sucked air through her teeth, looking down to Jayson. She watched her son’s reaction, an innocent grin spreading across his face.  “No, That’s what I think they look like.” She cocked her head to the side, speaking in a calm manner so she wouldn’t agitate Jayson. “Who looks like that? Where did you see this?” Her son couldn’t possibly have thought these up himself, right? Before she could get an answer, he began to rip the picture into pieces, scattering the ground with shreds of paper. He plopped onto the ground instantly, folding his arms and pouting. She resisted the urge to laugh; he was just so incredibly adorable to her that it was almost impossible for her to keep a straight face. “You don’t like it.” She gasped, sitting on the floor next to Jayson. “No…we love it.” We just find it incredibly creepy. She slipped her hands under his underarms, picking him up and placing him in her lap. “I just want you to tell me about the picture, I just don’t understand it. I tell you stories all the time, why don’t you try telling Mommy a story now?” She smiled, rubbing his back. She mentally prepared herself for the story, looking into Jayson’s eyes that almost mirrored hers identically. 

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“Who looks like that? Where did you see this?” His eyes narrowed not out of anger but concentration as he watched his son’s reaction carefully. He was taken back slightly by Jayson’s little temper tantrum, giving Allyson a look and trying to suppress a laugh. “No…we love it.” He watched her pick him up and try to reassure him, almost positive that Jayson would pick up on the insincerity of the statement as there was nothing to like about this gruesome work of “art.” “I just want you to tell me about the picture, I just don’t understand it. I tell you stories all the time, why don’t you try telling Mommy a story now?” Allyson’s attempts to reassure him were almost as adorable as his tiffs of anger. She was a good mother, not like his. She did everything with love and care, always careful to spare his feelings even in times like this. He leaned down on one knee next to them, watching Jayson’s expression and waiting for him to speak. “You can tell us, Jayson.” He assured him with a smile and a small nod.

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Jayson didn't like all of these questions, he felt like there were too many eyes on him, too much judgement. “Who looks like that? Where did you see this?” He looked up to his mother with innocence in his eyes, shrugging simply and looking back to Jace. He wasn't sure if he had seen them, he only knew they were in his head. Jayson felt himself lifted from the ground and set into his mother's lap, a hand on his back to reassure him. “No…we love it. I just want you to tell me about the picture, I just don’t understand it. I tell you stories all the time, why don’t you try telling Mommy a story now?” His brows knit together, unsure if they would think badly of him after hearing one of his stories. “You can tell us, Jayson.” His eyes quickly met his father's, his nod mirroring the one given by Jace. After taking a deep breath, Jayson began. "They're in my head." He chirped, pointing to his head of dark hair with a smirk. "They talk to me..." He added, twiddling his thumbs. "I'm not supposed to tell people that I'm different." He said with a small shake of his head. Jayson was immediately overcome with guilt and anxiety after telling them these things, he wasn't supposed to speak of any of this, and he had broken the rule.

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Mom + Dad

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Allyson stood against the wall in the basement, watching her son as he composed another one of his works of….”art”. His work was beautiful to her, no matter what; but  the drawings he had been getting progressively more and more disturbing as time went on. Every smile, every step that Jayson took meant the world to her; he was her perfect little angel, her and Jace’s creation. No matter how much he was concerning her, he was her baby, forever and always. If there was something wrong, she could fix it, right? She smiled as he walked over to her, leaning down to look at the drawing. The paper was covered in faces; gruesome, contorted faces with pained expressions. What in the name of fuck? Her jaw fell, her lips forming a small ‘O’. “Uh, S-Sweetie, you should show Daddy. Jace? Come look at your sons drawing.” She stood up, lovingly patting Jayson’s head, her eyebrows raised at Jace as if to say ‘We’re screwed.’

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Jace had been sitting in a folding chair in the corner of the basement, reading books on Schizophrenia and learning how to deal with it. He saw Jayson scurry to the other side of the basement with a drawing, only momentarily looking up from his book before returning his attention to it. “Uh, S-Sweetie, you should show Daddy. Jace? Come look at your sons drawing.” He raised a brow, looking up to see Allyson’s worried expression and stood up to make his way over. When he saw the “artwork” Jayson had made, he was a bit… confused? Disturbed? He couldn’t find the right way to word it. It was horrific, to say the least. Contorted faces, pained looks, it looked like something out of the horror movies the Watson’s had laying around. “Jayson, why are your drawings so… depressing? Do you see these things?” He asked, his brows knitting together in confusion and worry. He remembered the months leading up to his hanging, he would draw similar things and not remember doing it at all. He wondered if his Schizophrenia had been passed on to his child, and if it had, how would he deal with it?

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Jayson noticed the shaky tone in his mother's voice, his small brows knitting together in confusion as she patted his head. He looked over to his father as he approached, handing him the picture and studying his expression, which also seemed to be mildly perplexed. “Jayson, why are your drawings so… depressing? Do you see these things?” Jayson shrugged, not knowing why they were depressing. It seemed normal to him, that was the way his mind worked. He shook his head in response to the last question. "No," He began with a grin. "That's what I think they look like." He said, pointing to the picture in Jace's hand. To Jayson, this was all normal. Though, the boy knew that he was "different," so he wasn't quite sure what the definition of normal was. They don't like your art, Jayson. They don't like things that are different. The boy frowned, becoming agitated with the situation and ripping up the picture before sitting on the ground, arms crossed over his chest. "You don't like it." He mumbled, his small lower lip jutting out in a pout. 

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Mom + Dad

Jayson had been growing rapidly, his mind progressing far beyond the confines of his body. He had begun to notice little things about people; when they were lying, their "tells" so to speak, and when his parents would tell him white lies to keep him sheltered. This never worked, of course, because the voices set him straight. He had more common sense than most children his age, but with this came the acknowledgement that he was different. Jayson hadn't taken a liking to anyone in the house so far, other than his parents. He spent most of his time making contorted and grotesque artwork, products of the horrors of his schizophrenia manifested onto a piece of paper. He finished one, and brought it over to his mother, reaching it over his head so she could see it better. 

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