The instructor looked at the painting for another minute. The technique was superb, and it really did look as if his student was standing there against the wall rather than kneeling beside it, putting the final touches on the painting, but that's not what made him frown. Shaking his head, he looked down at the young man as he finished his project. "I thought we talked about this, Alistair. You were supposed to paint your portrait on the wall, without embellishment, and certainly not in such a grotesque way."
"That's how I see myself." Alistair looked up at his teacher through his bangs, hoping to blur out some of the details of how he
really saw him. The man was nice enough, but through Alistair's eyes, his skin was covered in cancerous boils. Whatever the reason, the artist didn't want to know. "Should I... start over?"
"No. No, it's fine." His instructor sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. Alistair got the distinct impression that a multitude of the boils were bursting, spraying puss everywhere, and he instinctively flinched away. This only made his instructor sigh again. "You're supposed to be working past your hallucinations."
"I know," Alistair said quietly, looking away. "I just... couldn't. Not this time."
"Gideon's watching." Alistair turned towards his portrait. He stood, moving in front of the painting and mirroring its pose. "He thinks I look like this too..."
Thought I'd throw in a little story this time. Alistair
again, my schizophrenic character for an upcoming Dresden Files RPG. This is why he doesn't like looking at people (or himself for that matter).
By the way, Gideon is his older brother. He murdered him when he was only ten years old because he looked like a monster. Whether the Gideon who was "watching" him is the real one or a psychotic hallucination is debatable.
DAZ|Studio with some pre- and postwork in Photoshop