"It's called delusion disorder. It may be a precursor to schizophrenia."

I looked over at Finn who was staring at the floor. "Is it treatable?" I asked. "Well... We can try therapy and put him on anxiety medication." I nodded and the doctor gave me a nod back. "In the meantime... I'd keep a close eye on him. It's not uncommon for there to be some sort of... Running theme in delusions. If he thinks his brother is really threatening him, he will continue to try to... Defend himself."

I nodded again and stood up. "Thank you for your time doctor."

"No problem. Next time you come in I'll have some things for you to look over and lots of paperwork so Victor doesn't need to be present for that."

I smiled and grabbed Finn's hand. "I'll see you then! Have a good day!" We waved and walked out of the room. "Vic, come on buddy." Finn picked Victor up and we walked back to the car.

. . .

"He's a fucking psychopath. He tried to kill Oliver." Finn whispered harshly. "Do not talk about Victor like that. He thought Oliver was trying to hurt him. He's a good kid." I defended. Finn sighed and shook his head. "What happened? How did we create... Such a dark person?"

"Finn-"

There was a loud crash and Finn and I immediately ran to the twins' room. Oliver was crying and Victor was holding a shard of broken glass. He'd knocked over the lamp. Finn ran over and grabbed Victor. "What is wrong with you?!" He shouted. "Finn! Stop!" I pleaded as I picked up Oliver. "Why can't you be fucking normal?!"

Victor stared silently at Finn, who was getting angrier by the moment. "Oliver can't fucking speak! He doesn't even have his vocal chords! You're imagining it. All of it, okay? Just be fucking normal!"

"FINN!"

Finn looked at me and I grabbed Victor. I carried the two of them out of the room and into the living room. I turned the tv on and sat Oliver down. "Come here bubba." I hugged Victor close to me and rocked him. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm like this. I'm sorry mommy." I shook my head and set Victor on the counter.

"No, no, no baby. Don't apologize. Well, not to me. To your brother. Victor I know it's hard but you have to understand... Oliver can't speak. He loves you very much. You're his best friend. He would never hurt you. And daddy loves you too. He's just stressed and very nervous. He wants to do the right thing for you and Oli. Okay? He loves you so much baby." I whispered.

Victor nodded and wiped his tears away. "I'm a good boy?"

I smiled and placed my hands on his cheeks, kissing his forehead. "You're a good boy Victor. I know you are."

.  .  .

Finn sat with his head in his hands, crying. I stared at him for a moment before shutting the door. He looked back at me and wiped his eyes. "I'm-"

"Don't apologize to me." I whispered.

Finn cleared his throat and looked away from me. "I have to leave in a week to go to a few conventions in Florida. I'll be gone for two weeks." He said. "Fine." I walked over to the bed and sat down. Finn stood up and I watched him get dressed. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I'm going to my parents' house..."

"Why?"

"My mom... Fell."

"Why, Finn?" I asked again, knowing he was lying.

"Because I feel like the biggest dick on earth. Like I'm the worst fucking dad. I of all people know you can't fucking control your mental health and he's a child. I- I'm so fucking scared Y/n. He's attacking Oliver more frequently."

"So leaving will fix it?"

He shut his mouth and his lip quivered. God, why does it have to do that? That always breaks my heart. I stood up and walked closer to him, grabbing his hands. "It's going to be okay Finn. Go apologize to Victor and tell him you love him."

Finn nodded and wiped his eyes. He kissed my forehead and walked out of our room.

[ Victor ]

Oliver and I watched tv but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was dad. He really hates me.

"Vic, come here." I looked up and he stood in the doorway. "Come on bud." I got off the couch and slowly walked towards him. He picked me up and I stared at him. "Did you hear what Oliver said?" I stared at him and shook my head. "He says you're the worst brother. He wants you dead."

"D-dead?"

"What?"

I stared at dad and shook my head. "You okay Victor? Did you hear me? I said I'm sorry. I know you can't help it. I love you a whole lot." I nodded and stared at him. "I'm just kidding."

"What?!"

"I hate you Victor. Your mom and I are going to put you up for adoption. But no one would want you so why not just kill you right now? Put you out of your misery and relieve us of all our problems."

I screamed and started hitting and scratching him. My pocket! I reached in my pocket and pulled out the box cutter I got from one of the drawers in mom's office. I clicked it open and swung at dad.

[ Finn ]

"Fuck!" I dropped Victor and put my hands over the cut. He ran off and I looked back. Y/n ran over and pulled my hand away. "He has something! I- I didn't see it but a knife or scissors or fucking something!" Y/n nodded and I shook my head. "Go clean yourself up Finn. I'm going to go get Victor. Where'd he go?"

"Uh, towards the playroom." I sighed. She nodded and looked in the living room. "Oli, go with daddy. Make sure he doesn't make a big mess on my white counters."

[ Y/n ]

Oliver nodded and walked off with Finn. I walked towards the playroom and sighed. "Victor?" I knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" I asked. It was silent so I slowly opened the door. "Vic?" I looked around for him and noticed small drips of blood on the carpet. "Victor come out. It's okay, you don't have to be scared."

[ Victor ]

I put the box cutter in my pocket and came out from behind the chair. "Oh, there you are buddy. Are you okay?" She asked. I nodded and kept my distance from her. "Hey, come here." She whispered, sitting down. I shook my head and pulled the box cutter back out, clicking it open.

"Ah, that's where that went. I had to use a kitchen knife to open my package earlier. I got you and Oliver new sheets. Have you seen them yet?" I shook my head and gulped. "May I have it?" I shook my head again and clicked it open more. "Victor. You're going to get in trouble if you don't give me it. Close it and set it on the floor then slide it to me if you're too scared to come give it to me."

"You and dad are going to kill me if I don't have it!" I shouted. "No precious. We would never hurt you. Ever. Please, can you please give it to me?" I threw it at her and ran towards the door. She grabbed me in a hug and didn't let me go. I struggled against her and screamed.

"I'm sorry Victor."

There was a pain in my neck and I screamed louder. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're just going to sleep." Mom whispered.

[ Y/n ]

I cried as Victor became unconscious in my arms and I pulled the needle out of his neck.

"This is a deep sedation. You just give him some of this and he'll fall right asleep."

"Where do we put it?" Finn asked. "The most convenient spot. Not the face obviously. His neck or arms is best though." We nodded and took the bag. "What should we do after we give it to him?" I continued. "Uh a confined space. Somewhere safe. His bedroom for example. It's best if you don't tell him you sedated him. If he saw the actual shot then obviously don't lie to him."

"Should we leave him alone for a certain period?"

"Well, he should wake up with one of you by his side but if he starts to panic just tell him it's okay and leave the room. Do you have still baby monitor?"  We nodded and the doctor smiled. "That's good. Just keep an eye on him. Victor is 8 now? Does he still sleep with stuffed animals?" We nodded and the doctor hummed.

"Does he talk to it? Or did he talk to it?"

"No." We answered.

"Alright. So just make him comfortable. When he' s calm try talking to him. If he continues to show aggression call us and we'll take him into our care."

I sat next to Victor and caressed his face. How did this happen? I just fucking sedated my child... My sweet boy.