Mayberry Neighborhood- 2:12am

The dry and cool air of the night laid a crisp layer of icy dew over the grass. The wind howled and caused strange and eerie sounds to surround you occasionally. It is the ass crack of dawn, not even that yet. You are not supposed to be awake right now. Better yet, you’re not even supposed to be outside at this ungodly hour.

Your close friends, Jeffrey, hasn’t been doing well lately. He gets bullied and his home life isn’t great. It’s all starting to come down on him, and you’ve been there for him while this went down. He’s been showing early warning signs for psychosis. He recently called you on his flip phone, he was crying. He’s never cried to you before, so you’re on your way to his house.

He likely harmed himself again, he often loses control. It’s only a matter of time before he goes into psychosis. He is extremely violent when he loses control, he’s even attacked you. As you’re deep in thought, his familiar house starts to come into view. You pull out your flip phone, the unnatural light reflecting onto your face. You don’t see a message, so you just pick up a stone. You aim, and throw the stone at his bedroom window. It was just hard enough to get his attention. You watch him open the window to help you inside.

As he peeks down at you, you notice streaks of tears down his cheeks. His hood is up and his body is shaking. You start to worry for how he’s going to pull you into his window without dropping you.