"Todd! Todd!"

I wake up, screaming. I'm in the backseat.

"W-What's going on?"

Todd looks back at me, an expression of empathy and faint understanding on his face. He turns his head toward the road. It's rainy.

I look at my surroundings outside to try to refocus myself, but it doesn't help. "Where am I?"

"Don't tell her," someone chimes in from the front seat, and I can faintly remember the voice.

"L-Lucy?" It was less than a few hours ago that she broke it to me that I'm laid off. How can it be that she's even in the same car as me when the last thing I remember is shutting the door on her face?

"It's probably best she doesn't know where she's about to go," Lucy explains, and I can see a hint of sadness on Todd's now eerily calmed expression.

"Where?" I begin to stutter, a jolt of panic coursing through my body.

Todd looks in the back seat, then at Lucy. "I'm telling her," he states, more to himself than anything.

He takes a deep breath. "I'm going to tell her. She deserves to know…" It seems to me that he's convincing more himself than anything. Perhaps it's something that he's been avoiding.

"Honey," he turns to me, trying not to cry. "Y-Y-"

He could barely get a word out when suddenly I begin to wonder if I'm not myself. I start to panic.

"You're not yourself – and Lucy and I feel it's best that you go somewhere where they can… help you."

Now I know why he didn't want to tell me: because he thought I would panic. Little did he know that I've known for quite a long time that I'm not myself and need treatment for how I've been feeling.

"Okay, " I shake my head. "That's fine," I'm shaky but I do know it's best what's going to happen.

And that's how it happened.

I lost my mind.

~~THE END~~