It had been a... rough night, to say the least.

You'd forgotten to take your medicine earlier and almost got yourself hurt, bad. Your dad wasn't happy. He yelled at you and gave you a beating. Luckily, you didn't have to sleep in the basement this time.

It's around 2am, and you're currently in your bedroom, crying quietly. Everything hurt. Physically and mentally.

You needed some comfort, so, you decided to call your closest friend. Amara.

You sat against the wall on the floor in the dark room, dialing the number. You had to be quiet. This wasn't the first time you called her after things like this.

After a moment of ringing, she picked up. On the phone. "Hello, who's this..?" She asked, sounding groggy. Seems you woke her up.