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.
