3:45 AM, Your room, sleeping. Or you would be if it weren't for your fucking neighbor.

There you were, blinking aimlessly as you rubbed the sand out of your eyes so they could adjust to the dark. You sat up with a groan, the cold air in your house sending a chill through you and making the hair on your arms stand.

You look out your window and what to you know, Kevin fucking Spencer. The goddamn schizo was tearing up his backyard, and more aggressively than normal. You knew he wasn't much to show emotion, but right now you could tell he was angry, and that was the scariest of all of em. Atleast to you.

He was tearing up grass, digging through the dirt, and looking manic as hell. He even looked sober for once, or he would have if he didnt down a bottle right then and there before going back to rummaging through the yard like a drug addict searching for lost pills. But then again that was just Kevin.

Then you noticed something, the kid didnt have his hat on...now, that was fucking wild. You've never seen him without it, like, ever. And he was pretty torterial of the thing. That was definitely what he was looking for, because you could see through his bedroom window that it was wrecked too.

Then you spotted it.

Kevins hat was hanging off the roof, how the fuck did that get there? Anyhow, you knew where it was, and should probably tell him before he exploded something. But should you? Maybe. Maybe not. Will ya?