In this world only a sneeze can defy what's true or not. This world crippled to the point where there's no border between right or wrong, only a gray matter. What we know as the gray matter today is only the chaos, lies and war men brought on the world themselves, having no predators so they turned themselves into one's for their own kind. Only hope to the world what the higher beings have brought is a sneeze, declarer of truth, given as a blessing to truth listeners to guide the humanity to its light. As we now speak, our fellow friend, Matt Walst, is getting questioned in the courtroom for his acts of wrong doing and in his case, a sneeze is a double edged sword, for it will speak the truth yet in his harm.

5 months earlier The band was in their dressing room, just before the big Vancouver concert. Matt was swinging around a stupid katana some fan gave him while Brad was complaining that he's going to kill someone with that sword. Matt snorted and continued to swing it around. It was a fake sword anyways. Then Adam appeared out of nowhere and Matt turned the sword towards him, right above Adam's neck, like he was going to cut his head off. Adam was about to say something sarcastic when Matt felt a sudden shudder through his body. He sneezed, and the force of the sneeze was so big that Matt forgot that he had a sword and his hand became limp. And the sword cut Adam's head off.

"WHAT THE FUCK BRO?!" – Brad screamed.

"It…it was the allergies" – Matt said as Brad stared blankly at Matt with a bloody sword and Adam's headless body in a puddle of blood on the floor.

A year later

The courtroom was apprehensively quiet. And empty. There were just the accused, Matt Walst with his lawyer, the judge, the D.A. and the jury. Matt had no idea where are all the people and the journalists, but guess Three Days Grace isn’t that popular anymore. Or it’s a completely closed hearing. He didn’t really listen to what was his lawyer saying, because he knew that he was going to either end in jail or in a rehab. And he tried to explain many many times that it was allergies and not drugs, but people didn’t believe him. Plus he never found that fan who gave him the sword, so Matt guessed that it was a ghost. Now was the final day of the hearing and Matt was about to hear his sentence.

"MR WALST, YOU HAVE KILLED ADAM GONTIER AND YOU APPROVE OF BEING SENTENCED GUILTY, IS THAT CORRECT?" – the judge said, unnecessarily loud. Matt was staring at the judge with tears in his eyes, hands clutching the chair under him, knuckles turning white, holding back a sneeze from allergies for his dear life.

"NO, PLEASE, I CAN EXPLAIN, ITS NOT HOW IT LOOKS" – Matt cried out through his gritted teeth. Please no, not now, please please please… - Matt’s thoughts were racing. But at that very moment, it was too late, and as soon as Matt's mouth opened again, to plead innocence, a sneeze came out, its force making the whole room freeze. Matt's eyes widened, the only sound echoing through the room the sound of his own heart beat, the heart beats being jumpy and weak. Then his whole core started shaking, and his shock stopped (not really) by the sound of the judge using that hammer to quiet down an already quiet courtroom. After that, the judge was standing up and as Matt looked up at the old white haired man, it was too late. The judge looked at Matt with such hatred that Matt already knew that he was going to rot in jail.

"Gentlemen, do your job" – said the judge, cleaning his throat and gesturing with his head to the guards at Matt.

"NO NO NO WAIT" – Matt screamed, but it was useless. He glanced at his lawyer, hoping that the motherfucker is going to do something. But she was fast asleep next to him. The guards nodded and proceeded to take Matt under his armpits and drag his body down the halls, his body now limp as his eyes darted around the court room, which was still empty, except for a few ghosts who were staring at him from the corner, but they were hiding their gazes from Matt as he passed them. He could not even form a word of protest, his once voice that used to sing and laugh now only the memory of what it become, barely a silent helpless whisper.

"It…it was the allergies", Matt whispered. The ghosts started laughing at him.

28 weeks later Brad was going through the halls of the notorious Arkham Asylum, flinching at every sound he heard. The Joker, Riddler, fucking Flamingo… And his younger brother. The guard led him through a series of barely standing gray concrete walls. Then they came to a part with two doors and the guard led Brad through the smaller one of the two and they entered a room in which you could communicate with the people in the asylum over that telephone thingy. Brad sat himself at the chair and picked up one of those bright orange phones, staring through the glass intensely and waiting for his brother to show up. …

The stocky guards dragged Matt, yet again, to the visiting room, grunting as they did so. Matt threw his head back, groaning as he felt like his head was a sprinkle away to blowing up from the meds they gave him, his eyes darting back and forth between the two guards that carried him, his Converse shoes whining against the cold floor as the guards continued mercilessly dragging him. He raised himself in their hold to be on ear level with them and whispered.

"I am not crazy, you think I am crazy? Is the sun screaming at me or is it just in my head? BLACK HOLE SUN! Y-" One of the guards rolled their eyes at his antics looked at him and said in a low indifferent voice, taking him by his shoulders and sitting him down in front of a Plexiglas border, patting his shoulder and started walking towards the metal door, his keys jangling between his fingers.

"We are underground kid, now have a talk with your friend, he must've missed you a whole bunch." The other guard added, walking away with the other one and closing the door behind them with a loud bang, his voice distorted through them.

"You have two minutes, no more no less!"

Matt let out a disappointed sigh as he was left alone and winced when he looked around the visiting room and saw dust and webs everywhere, the last person that cleaned the room was probably not even a homo sapiens. Then his body jolted when he heard a familiar voice, his whole being singing in happiness when he finally heard a voice that was in fact, not his. For all he knew the voices of the guards were also made up in his head. Matt threw himself onto the small telephone that probably never saw a cleaning wipe in its whole life and he screamed at the top of his lungs at him, tracing with his finger a distorted reflection of Brad against the Plexiglas border.

"BRAD, BRAD—oh my GOD it's you like — actually you, dear gods you don't know how much I missed having an actual person here and now- and now you—" Brad was staring at him, absolutely bewildered. Matt cut himself off and pressed his forehead against the Plexiglas and said, his eyes darting around rapidly like a wild animal and whispered harshly at Brad and Brad could feel sweat forming on his forehead as he smiled at him and started to move his screeching chair back, turning his head and looking at the exit door like salvation.

"Shhhhhh listen to me, we don't have a lot of time so I am just gonna tell you this quick" – Matt said crazily.

"I am being chased by Adam!" He pressed his lips against the telephone as if he is going to eat the damn thing and whispered something unintelligible, cupping the microphone with his hands as if hiding it like something precious.

"But Adam is dead" - said Brad, matter-of-factly.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM!!! Adam set me up, he was there the whole time – can you imagine it Brad?? The fucker wanted revenge so he made me sneeze I am SURE OF IT, SO FUCKING SURE THERE WERE NO FUCKING ALLERGIES IN THE FIRST PLACE!" Brad stood up from his chair, raising his hands and backed off for a few steps

"Man I swear to god these meds that they gave you—" Matt’s eyes widened and he went absolutely feral at the microphone, screaming at the top of his lungs, placing his palm on the glass

"I SAW HIM WITH MY OWN EYES BRAD, HE WAS THERE AND THE GHOSTS Y-YOU GOT TO HEAR ME OUT—you just go to that nice little lady over there and ask her if I can get an allergy test because of the food and cat fur and dust and when they see it's NEGATIVE, and it’s most definitely going to be NEGATIVE, we can prove that—" Brad started putting his jacket on and said, pointing at him with his finger and said.

"Well maybe he would've been there if you didn't kill him, sorry not sorry, so I don't think it was his fault I swear to god where is your sense of empathy, you killed the guy and now you are muttering some nonsense that he set you up, yea sure, plus if they saw that the allergy test was negative they would know it was a true sneeze." Brad glanced at his phone, pretending he got a notification and said, placing his phone on his ear and started walking backwards towards the exit.

"Yea umm…I got this thing where I have to be like, you know, with actual people that are not in a mad house soo yea umm see you later when you work this thing with Adam." Matt let out a defeated noise when he heard Brad leave and the doors closing behind him, trying to reach him through the glass and begged desperately.

"Brad, please—" Matt hit his forehead against the barrier and muttered when he heard the doors close, now again in the dark, all alone.

"Fuck." Then he saw something with a corner of his eyes. He turned around slowly and saw Adam’s cut off head storming towards him, shaking left and right with blood dripping down it's wound. Matt yelped and ducked, turning the chair over with a bang.

"You can’t escape me! MUAHAHHAHAH!" – Adam’s head said. It started chasing Matt over the small room. Matt was screaming, trying to push it away, but he couldn’t get a hold over it because, um, it’s a ghost. The crazy chase continued until the guards came and grabbed Matt. Then Matt let out a huge sneeze.

THERE'S A REASON FOR MY MADNESS