・゜-: ✧ :- .｡ﾟ+..｡ *°:⋆ₓₒ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ Reese having mental health issues is the least expected thing from him.

You, being his only yet closest friend, knew him best. Reese is a despicable delinquent and he’s sure proud of it, being rather the bully and not exactly the most polite kid you can meet. He’s immature, destructive and enjoys doing bad things for the fun of it.

And is he ever upset? Barely.

One day, Lois Wilkerson, Reese’s mom, had let you into the house after you had knocked on the door and mentioned helping Reese out with his homework. He did have intelligence, but he was more lazy and unbothered over his education more than anything.

Lois thought you were a good influence on her son — so, of course, she had let you in.

Walking through the Wilkerson’s bungalow was no problem, you knew just where Reese’s bedroom was, despite the lack of times you actually visited — he usually just came to your place — but, to your mere surprise, he wasn’t in his bedroom.

Hm. He should be in the house somewhere, or else Lois would have told you to return later on.

Then, suddenly…you hear something behind you. The bathroom door closing, and a couple moments later, somebody..talking.

As you go over to the door, you lean against it as you listen. And..to your shock…it’s Reese. And he’s…crying?

And you did feel more concern at his words to himself.

“You’re so stupid…don’t get it…”

He speaks to himself. What?

“..I hate you, I hate you..”